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  • POLICE
    HIGHWATER
    INIGO HAN
    LEGAL NAME
    Inigo Han Beom-seok
    AGE & BIRTH
    29 (September 29th, 1993)
    ALIAS
    Highwater
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    183 cm | 77.7 kg
    GANG & RANK
    NOPD Sergeant
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2015
    REPUTATION
    'HE'S A LOOSE CANNON, BUT GODDAMMIT, HE'S THE BEST WE'VE GOT.' cowboy cop. Very passionate, very in the wrong.
    Home District
    Central District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    A tall man with long, grey hair and stark, amber eyes. He sports two pairs of horns that curve forwards, and a long, reptilian tail. He is lean and fit, and cuts a fairly intimidating figure in a black uniform, though his fairly androgynous appearance may undercut his intimidation factor, just a little bit.
    PERSONALITY


    Inigo believes in justice, and justice alone. However, his time in New Oasis has corrupted that view somewhat- no matter how hard he tries, no matter how much evidence, how much testimony he can drudge up from endless investigations, he will never win. Knowing this, his beliefs have shifted drastically, now acknowledging that means are justified by their ends, and that, a twisted, warped, plagued land such as New Oasis cannot be tamed through by-the-book procedures alone. Described as a loose cannon, Inigo has, time and time again, pulled rank and taken out a squad of officers to make his arrests, with or without justification for his hunches. He is the kind to kick down the door first, book everyone in the room, then ask questions later. He has blatantly disregarded direct orders from top brass to pursue his prey, if only to inconvenience the latter. Whatever dent he can make to the evils of this land, he will make it.

    As a person, Inigo is curt and terse, and is a staunch believer of actions speaking louder than words, at least from his side. He's not too sociable, and struggles outwardly to befriend others, not from lack of trying though. He does try his best, but he often comes off as severe and tense, and a little bit of a workaholic. He doesn't have much going on in his life other than work, and it shows in his conversation topics. Outside of barking orders, reading out rights, or discussing work-related things, he clams up. He desperately wants to be part of a group, though- on his free time, he tries out things that his colleagues and what few social interactions he has have brought up in an unrelated conversation. He doesn’t always do well in these things, and he doesn’t want to talk about his endeavors until he has succeeded in them. When it isn't related to actual work, he is kind of a klutz, and it occasionally shows.

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY


    Han Beom-seok came from a troubled place. His parents were members of an off-shoot branch of the Kkangpae that rooted itself in Amestria. Known as the Saengsacho, the small community warred with other gangs, seeking control and protection of their own immigrant peoples in Amestria. Han Dong-suk, Beom-seok's father, was one lieutenant of the Saengsacho, and when he wasn't looking behind his back for rival tried members, he was watching out for the greedy members in his own gang. He barely spent much time with Beom-seok, even at his youth. His mother, Han Mi-young, was helping his father run the gang herself, and that only left Inigo with his grandparents, and, once he got older, his friends.

    His displeasure with his parents’ activities only festered and grew over time, and when he graduated from college, his friends suggested that they applied for police academy together. In a bid to at least earn some attention for his parents, negative or positive, he went along with it. They were displeased, of course, and threatened to disown him. He cursed them. What good was purportedly doing this for their people, if they did nothing for their own blood? What good was it when all they were doing was sowing chaos, killing people, and making their people seem like savages in Amestria? It did nothing to help them or their people. Always glancing behind them, always paranoid, always worried and anxious that their time might be up. What good was all of it? He did not wait for them to discard him like a dirty rag, he left on his own accord.

    His acceptance to the academy took some time, mired by his relationship to Dong-suk, and by the time he convinced them that he was fully out of the Han family’s activities and wanted nothing to do with them, his friends were already halfway through to graduation. Left behind, he could only stand on his own two feet, persevering on his own to the end of his courses. It wasn’t easy- Inigo was never the physical type. He often served as the face of the trio of friends- Ferdinand was the brawn, and Vincenzo was the brain. He wasn’t going to give up, however. Through grueling training sessions amidst cramming all the knowledge into his head, he built himself up, block by block. Ferdinand and Vincenzo left the academy during this time, and they were later deployed to some podunk island called New Oasis. He was nearing his end of his academy years when he received the news.

    Both of his friends died in the line of duty.

    Incensed, furious, Inigo, as he now called himself, worked even harder. He did not make the top of the list, but he was pretty damn close. When given the choice of his deployment, he immediately answered. He would go to their place of death, he would see for himself what hell they had placed themselves in, and he would carve into the ground his legacy of cleansing the scum that polluted the earth of New Oasis.

    He had expected it to be bad. He had expected it to be a terrible place. He had expected corruption, drugs, prostitution, all of that. What he was met with was his expectations, magnified by ten times. The police’s power was impotent in the face of the four warring gangs that threatened to tear the island apart. This was some sort of sick game to someone. Over time, what remained of his innocence began to fray, but his resolve strengthened, as more and more people, both cops and civilians fell around him. He discovered that playing by the rulebook was no longer effective, and started down the path of brutality. Though his methods were considered maverick and unorthodox, they brought results that were previously unprecedented in the NOPD. Most would rather he play it safe- he will not. His life was made a nightmare because of this very thing. No one should ever suffer this ever again. He will reform New Oasis, he will bring a new dawn, and he will do it, come hell or high water.

    He was recently promoted from Detective to Sergeant, and has earned a moniker amongst his peers for his own quote of ‘hell or high water’. Locked in a room with him, there is virtually no escape, after all- prison is their hell, and he is that high water.

    RELATIONSHIPS

    Han Dong-suk: Father. Estranged. Hates him.

    Han Mi-young: Mother. Estranged. Hates her.

    Vincenzo Clarke: Close friend of Inigo's from childhood. Deceased. One of the few reasons for Inigo's pursuit of justice.

    Ferdinand Aberdeen: Close friend of Inigo's from childhood. Deceased. One of the few people that gives him the will to carry on on his duty.

    NOPD Colleagues: TBA



 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    ROLE NAME/ALIAS
    RAPHAEL SHAW
    LEGAL NAME
    Raphael Shaw
    AGE & BIRTH
    21 (February 20, 2001)
    ALIAS
    Bloodfiend
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'11" (180.34 cm) | 150 lb (68 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    01/15/2017
    REPUTATION
    He's just... The Worst
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Raph's hair is jet-black and shoulder length. It frames his face. He has a widow's peak. His eyes are grey, except when they're not. They are the kind of eyes, which, if ever put to painting, would probably follow you around the room. He'd probably pay extra for that. Raphael is tall, and lean, and probably a bit feral. His posture ranges from regal and elegant to stooped, savage, and hungry. Aside from the grey skin and general air of malevolence, he's fairly average. Not to mention dashingly handsome.
    PERSONALITY
    He is, in a word, The Worst™. Ruthless, willful, cold, ambitious, and cunning. He knows no loyalty but to himself. While he tries to maintain and exude a sense of calm and control over his surroundings, when things do not go his way, his usual response is to become childishly flippant. His behavior at times can become very mercurial, and can become incredibly petty over seemingly trivial slights. Above all, he despises any form of rule or restraint and is ravenously pursuing more and more freedom for himself. He will do absolutely anything to maintain and expand his own personal freedoms, and visit upon those who try to contain him as much torment and misery as he can muster.


    “Let me be, I'm sure, the first to commend you. I bet you didn't think you'd last this long.” Said sarcastically to Bash regarding Bash’s rank as Ace in Arc 1, Friends in Low Places.

    “That's right. That's right! Let's go, right here.” Raphael’s thoughts as he tried to instigate a fight with Bash in Arc 1, Friends in Low Places.

    “Die.~” Raphael’s thoughts just before he tried to attack Anna in Arc 1, Friends in Low Places.

    “If I lost you I'd just follow the trail of bodies.” Said snarkily to himself about Bash after Bash ran off to find Anna and Darius in Arc 1’s Friend in Low Places.

    “Go fuck yourself. But fine.~” Raphael’s thoughts when Bash gave him a thumbs-up and an order upon arrival at Mach Sling in Arc 1’s Friends in Low Places.

    “Hello, darling.” Says Raphael always. Also Raphael’s first words to August after August initiated a fight with him in Arc 1’s Friends in Low Places at Mach Sling.

    “You were right, you know~ … I'm not going to kill you because anyone told me to. I'm going to kill you because I want to, darling.” Said to August during their fight in Arc 1’s Friends in Low Places.

    “Once again, Bash ruins my life. And twice on the same day, no less! How typical.” Raphael’s thoughts after recognizing he might be concussed from his fight with Bash during his fight with August in Arc 1’s Friends in Low Places.

    “I don't need help. I don't need anyone's help. But more than anything, I don't need your help.” Raphael’s thoughts while Bash was shielding him from the collapsing roof of Mach Sling in Arc 1’s Friends in Low Places.

    “Bravo, darling. You really... Brought the house down. Said to Anna after the roof collapse at Mach Sling in Arc 1, Friends in Low Places.

    “DON’T FORGET TO TAKE YOUR TRASH WITH YOU ~” Said to the Tigers at Mach Sling before he threw Vincent’s body through a wall in Arc 1’s Friends in Low Places.

    Tsk, tsk, darling… Calm down. If I had wanted to hurt you, I'd have done it already.” Said to Hide during their encounter in Arc 2, The Bounty.

    “Easy now, I don't have time to play with you right now. Either explain why you're here, or run along.” Said to Hide during their encounter in Arc 2, The Bounty.

    “Say, you're a big fucker, aren't you?” Said to Kyoden when they first met in their B-side, The End’s Beginning.

    “Can I help you?” Said not so genuinely to Kyoden during their B-side, The End’s Beginning.

    “Don't be cheap, darling.” Said to an NPC bartender when he wasn’t satisfied with the amount of whiskey they poured into his tumbler during the Unlikely Encounter B-side with August.

    “Oh, who am I kidding? I loathe loads of things. ~” Raph’s thoughts at one point during his and August’s Unlikely Encounter B-side.

    “What are they muttering, hm? Thinking I'm not good enough for a shit-hole like this?” Raphael’s thoughts when he caught sight of an NPC employee at Geronimos discussing something with an NPC manager whilst giving him a side-eye during his Unlikely Encounter B-side.

    “I suppose they'll let just anyone in here, hm? ~” Said to August when they ran into each other at Geronimos during their B-side, Unlikely Encounter.

    “You know, I ought to kill you, but why don't I buy you a drink instead? It's truly the least I could do.” Said to August during their B-side, Unlikely Encounter.

    “You must love to hear yourself speak, mm? You do it enough.” Said to August in their B-side, Unlikely Encounter.

    “What does an August look like?” Raph’s thoughts to himself when he learned of August’s name in their B-side, Unlikely Encounter.

    “Hmph! Mine tell a story.” Said of his own scars to August in their Unlikely Encounter B-side.

    “... What the fuck are you talking about?!” Spoken to August after August came up with a bizarre anecdote as to how Raphael received his scars in their Unlikely Encounter B-side.

    “You don't deserve my blood!” Raph’s thoughts about a Tiger NPC he was fighting in his Unlikely Encounter B-side with August.

    “That’s such a Tiger thing to do. You’re dealt one bad hand and already you're prepared to fold! Maybe this is news to you, but... Life isn’t a poker table darling. You can’t always walk away when the chips are down.” Said to a Tiger NPC during a scuffle in his Unlikely Encounter B-side with August after the NPC surrendered to spare his friend.

    “What the fuck is happening..?” Thought to himself for the fifth but not last time during his Unlikely Encounter B-side with August.

    “Shut up, darling.” Said to Anna during their Mutual Assurance B-side.

    “How pathetic. ~” Thought about himself when he felt appreciation for August coming back to help him during their B-side, Unlikely Encounter.

    “What an absolute shit-hole.” His thoughts about the South District during his Hazardous Chance B-side with Hide.

    “And, sure. I know what you're thinking. 'The North District' is no prize, either. And you'd be absolutely right! It's a shit-hole too, but at least it's mine. ~” His internal monologue about the North District during his Hazardous Chance B-side with Hide.

    “Enough of this pity-party, you pathetic loser. ~” His thoughts as he slapped himself across the face while trying to figure out why he was so tired in his B-side with Hide, Hazardous Chance.

    “Maybe you're just my kind of crazy, after all.” Thought to himself about August during their Unlikely Encounter B-side.

    “Slow down, Tiger. You almost went the speed limit just now.” Said to August after they narrowly avoided a car chase with the police in their Unlikely Encounter B-side.

    “Get your grubby paws away from me.” Raphael’s thoughts about Orion after Orion tripped him up in their B-side, Troubled Meeting.

    “Well, anyway. ~ Despite how terrible you look, I'm afraid I'm not going to make this any easier on you. No pulled punches just 'cause you're already scuffed up. You understand, don't you? ~” Said to Orion in their Troubled Meeting B-side.

    “Destroy life, feel alive.” Raphael’s motto in his Carmine Consort B-side with Peyton.

    “I want to show you what you’re made of ~” Raphael’s response to an NPC asking him what he wanted in his Carmine Consort B-side with Peyton.

    “Hello, darling. Straight to business, then? Already? Not going to ask me about my day? Tut, tut. Your bedside manner could use some work, as always. ~” Said to Sang-Cheol in their B-side, Why Not.

    “Eyes on the road, speed demon. Said to a very slow-driving August in their Unlikely Encounter B-side.

    “Oh, well. For starters, they have excellent benefits.” Said sarcastically in response to August asking why he joined the Serpents in their Unlikely Encounter B-side.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Raphael was a recently-emancipated-from-his-deadbeat-parents seventeen year old living alone in a small town outside the city of New Oasis. He had met someone. A boy a few years his senior. They were going out to a bar one night—Raph had the wherewithal at that age to forge a decently passable fake I.D. He was feeling nervous, excited, and—for perhaps the first time in his life—truly free.

    Later that night, the man slipped something into Raph’s drink and he was carted off to some unfamiliar holding cell... Surrounded by other trafficked humans that nobody would think to miss.

    And that, love, was that.

    Until he survived an experimental procedure that most did not. He was changed... Born a normal human without potential, upon exposure to a certain Snake's miraculous blood... Raphael was changed. He was powerful. He was grateful. But above all else, finally, he was free.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Yuudai: Raph hasn't spent much quality time with the Serpent King. While not exactly one for respecting his elders, Raph bears a grudging fear deference toward his King... Most of the time he tries to stay out of Yuudai's way.

    Snake: Snake... Raph owes everything—literally, everything—to him. Without Snake's miracle blood, Raph would still be an NP. A nobody. Snake is one of the few people, perhaps the only person in the world, that Raph feels beholden to, which is as close as Raph can feasibly get to loyalty. Even if he sometimes has a strange way of showing it. He can still be his mouthy self around Snake, but he's quicker to clam up if Snake tells him over just about anytone else. He's a little sore that Snake chose someone other than him to be his Ace.

    Delynn: Raph doesn't really care one way or another about Delynn as a person. But he can see bits of himself in her situation. He hopes she sticks it to her parents one day for what they did to her. He might even offer to help.

    Bash: Raph

    Darius: Raph finds Darius a bit pathetic, honestly. If one thing could warm Raph up to Darius, it'd be his Potentiality. Raph would love to watch him work his magic on a poor, unsuspecting sod's face someday.

    Tri: Raph does not know what to make of Tri. If one day it was revealed that Tri had been an alien all this time, Raph wouldn't exactly be surprised. He's also only half-certain that Tri even knows who he is. Which is all the same to Raph, honestly. They clearly move in different circles.

    Anna: What a fucking weirdo. Truth be told, Raph neither needed nor wanted to know a thing about the Gorilla-Masked Rookie from the moment he'd first seen her... And everything he has learned of her since then has been against his will. He knows she's at least passably competent, but beyond that he has nothing nice to say about her. Why the Gorilla Mask?

    Sang-Cheol: Raph finds Sang-Cheol fun. He has a hunch that the feeling isn't mutual.

    Yeona: Raph likes the way Yeona thinks (as they think almost alike). They probably get on well enough... So long as one's freedom doesn't conflict with the other's.

    Kisara: Kind of like a mini-Bash. Only taller. For some reason Kisara's brand of hot-blooded violence is more endearing. Raph can't quite put his finger on why.

    Yuto: A buzzing fly that he can't seem to squash. For all his complaining, Raph doesn't necessarily hate Yuto's guts... At least, not as much as he hates other people... He guesses.
 
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  • POLICE
    BEACON
    ERIC EVENSEN
    LEGAL NAME
    ERIC EVENSEN
    AGE & BIRTH
    27 (June 1st, 1994)
    ALIAS
    Beacon
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'9" (175 cm) | 154lbs (70 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    NOPD Detective
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2014
    REPUTATION
    Lazy, unmotivated rascal, somehow gets the job done
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Eric is a man of average height and lean build, he has long dark hair with evidence of dyeing it blonde long ago at the ends. His face is constantly relaxed and usually refrains from expressing much with it. He likes to wear whatever is comfortable without caring about fashion in the least, that is, whenever he's not being forced to wear his uniform (what a bother)
    PERSONALITY

    Eric is, above all else, a human sloth. He is someone who is pretty much only willing to use his relatively high intelligence in order to find the easiest way possible to complete a task. He in fact takes great pride on this, claiming that laziness is the purest drive for creativity.

    His general behavior is a very calm one, often reacting to things with explosive reactions such as "Oh" or "huh". He is capable of keeping a cool attitude even in the middle of danger, a result of his ever-growing depression and apathy towards everything and everyone. Overall you'd think he's the kind of person who is in a constant state of casually enjoying life with little-to-no stress, even if in reality it's a slightly different story.

    Despite his lazy attitude, however, he is not one to slack off or half-ass things if necessary, such as when law enforcement against criminals is required. This is not to say that he is passionate about his work, though, if anything it's quite the contrary. He strongly believes that New Oasis, in all sincerity, is a lost cause. A place that's rotten to the core by greed, pride and bloodlust. And even if they were to have the best possible intentions, a bunch of guys in blue won't be able to do much to stop it.

    Eric is a pretty friendly individual, being able to hold a casual conversation with anyone without much of an issue, and he also has a pretty prevalent and strange sense of humor, often speaking with a particular kind of sarcasm that not many find all that funny, he even takes a bit of pleasure on getting on his friends' nerves. However, he rarely takes enough interest in people to actively engage in interactions, specially with new people. People who actually get to befriend him, though, find a loving, funny and relaxing person to have around.

    He is also a man of many a talent and hobbies, such as epic gaming, napping, building scale models, being a master at spelling bee among other things he'd rather not say as to not earn the envy of too many people.

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY

    Eric was born in a small, humble town in southern Nordrend, but this was pretty short lived, as his Half-Amestrian father decided to take his family back with him to live in the city of New Oasis. Ever since he was a young boy, Eric had one wish: To be like his dutiful and passionate father, who spent everyday patrolling the streets of the city while enforcing the law and protecting the weak.

    His childhood and adolescense passed, for the most part, in a very uneventful way. Or at least, as normal as living in the incredibly dangerous North District could be, it was a great thing that he was an HP, and one with quite the good ability to boot (at least in comparison to the majority of useless ones). If anything, the danger tempered him into a tough youngster ready to follow the footsteps of his Dad.

    Everything went smoothly in his life, and finally, he moved to Central District and joined the NOPD.

    And that was pretty much it. There wasn't really much else to talk about. He gave it his all everyday in order to uphold peace and stop criminals, becoming one of the most promising rookies the police had ever seen...But in the end, this didn't really go anywhere.

    Was the city becoming safer? Not really.

    Were the ranks among the gangs getting thinner? Not at all.

    Was his home district of North getting any better compared to when he was but a child? What a joke.

    It all remained the same, no matter how much he worked, no matter how much he fought. For every person saved, another one was getting killed, for any heist stopped, another one was successful.

    A year passed, and things remain the same...Then another year, and another...And another.

    It was all

    the fucking

    Same.


    Cue 2022, Eric was now a hardened veteran with serveral years under his belt. But where once lied a burning will to make people safe and his father proud, was now home of nothing but flickering embers. He had contemplated different options: Relocating to another department, getting another job, or even leaving the city altogether... But never did any of that, he just remained the way he had to this point, just going through the motions. After all, what was even the point?

    Nothing fucking mattered anymore.
    RELATIONSHIPS

    NOPD:

    Tetsuya Tsuchiya:
    A weird fellow, always going around and doing things on his own, Eric doesn't understand him much, but he finds him amusing and appreciates his presence

    Inigo Han: Eric's fellow officer, patrolling partner and complete foil. Back a couple years ago when they were assigned together, they would very often clash due to their contrasting personalities. Yet despite that, Eric holds a great deal of respect for Inigo and his passion for their work.

    Nakazayo Chikage: Eric's boss, despite the fact that he always gets on Chikage's nerves due to his unenthisiasm and trying to get things done the easy way, Eric respects Chikage and is well aware that the city would be an even worse cesspool were he not around to whip everyone into shape and give orders.

    OTHERS:

    Passeri Park:
    Eric's old highschool classmate, they never really spoke directly, but he is aware of her previous identity being that of Brandy Baker, has bought some of her albums.

    Katya Evensen: Eric's cousin, she moved to his apartment in New Oasis a few months for work reasons. They've been close and on great terms ever since they were little. Eric enjoys her company and is thankful for having someone that can help around.

    Kiwi Bonheur: Eric met Kiwi through online gaming around 4 years ago, they kept a pretty simple online friendship until they eventually decided to meet in real life. They're good friends that hang out occasionally and have a special affinity for enjoying each others' odd sense of humor.
 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    VIRUS
    NIKOLAI NOVAK
    LEGAL NAME
    Nikolai Novak Van'Solan
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (April 4, 1997)
    ALIAS
    Virus
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'10" (178 cm) | 143 lb (65 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Jack of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2018
    REPUTATION
    Over Dramatic Germophobic Pretentious Emo
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Nikolai stands at the height of 5'10 and weighs 143 lbs. He has a strong, lithe figure, much better suited for agility than strength. His eyes are a cold blue, always sharpened into something demeaning, or aloof. His skin is extremely pale, nearly exactly matching his pale white skin. With makeup, he is more often than not seen wearing red under his eyelids, much preferring artificial crimson than his usual darkened eye-bags to cover them up. He likes to be adorned in expensive clothing, accepting nothing but the best. Nearly at all times he is wearing gloves, to keep himself safe and for the fashion of it. If he could wear them in the shower- if he could. Depending on the situation, it being a normal affair- or a Serpent/battle one- He styles his neck-length hair accordingly. Spiked up, to the side, his Serpent hair. Pushed down, to the side- his normal. He has a red gem and gold embedded into his chest.
    PERSONALITY
    Through his best efforts, he tries to act all indifferent and cool, intimidating- like he sees all the time on TV and movies. The act is pretty much engraved into him now, a furrow of his eyebrows nearly always present. He gets a thrill at seeing people afraid of him, enjoying the feeling of how he holds power over others. Despite this however, it is easy for him to lash out. His emotions can switch from cold and impassive, to a fist in your face in a blink of an eye.

    He wears gloves nearly at all times, Nikolai being a bit of a germaphobe and all. He would shake your hand then blatantly and over-dramatically wipe his hand off or scowl in disgust. He keeps hand wipes on person at all times despite wearing gloves. Y'know- just in case. He also likes keeping his gloves clean thank you very much.

    He is a pretentious prick who loves showing off his wealth and power.

    Niko does have his soft moments- but those are rare and in between, much preffering to shove that mushiness deep down where it will never see the light. He tends to keep people at arms length- feeling possessive of those persistent brave and/or stupid folk that shove their way past his spiky exterior.

    He has an admiration, nearly obsessive interest in whatever he thinks is intimidating, the fear he feels making him even more worshipful.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    April 4 1997, Nikolai Goliath was born as an only child to Fatima Goliath and Nixon Goliath

    2002 Nikolai's father passed away due to an unforeseen illness, along with Nikolai's first year of school

    2004 Nikolai's mother Fatima remarried to Orlo Van'Solan, his mother taking his last name. At this point in time- he is Nikolai Van'Solan
    -He became a younger brother to Amicia Vaughn Van'Solan. He did not appreciate such a role

    Nikolai did his best to shut everyone out of his life, other than his mother. He did not think highly of his mother paying anyone other than him such affection nor her attention.

    2005 Orlo, Nikolai's new unwanted father, started cheating on Nikolai's mother with an employee at Van’Solan Real Estate.

    Niko in his childhood years tried his best to stay away from home as much as possible, having grown such disdain for his new family. It wasn't what he wanted. He wanted his old life back, It didn't matter how young he was, it didn't matter that he could barely remember his father's face, nor the crib he used to sleep in. Having a new family- a new life... scared him. He didn't like that feeling.

    He still went to school. However, he made no friends- closing everyone out and away from him with the same coldness he treated his family. He found his only solace in movies and TV shows he watched while tucked away in his room. It was so easy to get lost in the stories. Especially the crime ones. His favorite was with a main character who was cold, heartless, and... cool. He got everything he wanted- everything he needed. Nikolai decided he wanted to be like him.

    2006, Orlo stopped the affair with his employee and had her fired.

    The mistress of Orlo, enraged by her abrupt termination and spurred by a broken heart, gathered dirt on Orlo and arranged for plans to blackmail him.

    2006, June 11th- Amicia (14yo) and Nikolai (9yo) were kidnapped from their mansion together and held for ransom by Orlo’s ex-mistress. The Ex-mistress advised Orlo not to contact the authorities lest she use the dirt she’d gathered on him to ruin his life. And if that didn’t work, she couldn’t be sure what would happen to Amicia and Nikolai.

    With Orlo's fear of going to the authorities, Nikolai's mother rushed in to try and save them, getting killed in the process

    With no other choice, Orlo decided to pay the ransom, his ex handing the kids back over to him.

    Ever since, Nikolai has been attached to Amicia's hip, seeing her as his only sense of light

    2008, an adult stranger told Niko from outside school that Amica was waiting for him somewhere, and to follow them. With his blind love for his sister- he listened. He followed the masked stranger to an empty alley, then proceeded to black out.

    He woke up in chains, along with other kids his age, nothing but the clothes they last wore on their backs.

    throughout his time there, he grew close to a boy named Akiva, his only solace in a place like that.

    2010, he was then sold off to a rich family, Dolly and Fabian- who couldn't have any children of their own, along with Akiva- Niko having refused to be separated from him. As much as it pained him- he had to accept this new life of his.

    Surprisingly, life wasn't all that bad for him since. Although, they were a tad inattentive, he was spoiled rotten. The workers of the house watching over him and Akiva with a close eye.

    2013, he began experimenting with metal and robotics, making and designing whatever came into his mind, dragging Akiva along for the ride.

    2015, Nikolai started his own fashion design company, having had enjoyed designing his robotic designs so much- he wanted to make clothes wit his designs. The more generic option. After all- not many people buy armor these days.

    2018, October 7th, he joined the Sable Serpents, craving some kind of freedom from the stuffy lavish life he had.

    RELATIONSHIPS
    Akiva (NPC)-
    One of the only close friend's (and employee though Niko thinks that as an afterthought) Niko has bothered to keep around.

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    Tri-
    Simply from winning a stupid game, Tri had announced Nikolai as the new Jack. At his doorstep. At 3 am, still fucking pitch black and waking him from his slumber. In doing so, Niko had essentially become Tri's errand boy. Every nonsensical whim Tri had thought of at whatever time, he would expect Niko to do. Along with awful nicknames to boot. As much as he wanted to- he couldn't just ignore his boss. His insane, unstable, lunatic, absurd, Boss. he could never keep up with the man. To put it simply- Nikolai thought Tri insane. He supposed the upside was the power being a Jack gave him... perhaps enough to deal with Tri's nonsense... but perhaps not.

    Rutheless-
    Although her presence absolutely terrifies Nikolai, he has learned to just deal with her. Unwillingly, he has grown quite used to Ruthe, not necessarily friends he would say, (You wouldn't normally be cautious of everything you say or do with a friend would you?) he has grown to see her as... a protector... of sorts. Along with being totally scared shitless of her, he felt... somewhat relatively safe with her. He's pretty sure he hasn't seen her full wrath directed at him before, and for that- he was grateful. He was sure if that were to happen he would already be dead. Despite all the good he had stated however, her breaking into his mansion, past his guards a lot of nights, and him waking up with a sight of Serpentine eyes staring at his sleeping form- that of course, was a problem. For some fucking reason she always found a way into his home. Like all things dealing with Rutheless- he has learned to deal with it. Perhaps the shenanigans and expensive alcohol she brought to him as bribes was a major factor.

    Takaonna-
    Nikolai Idolizes her, probably to an unhealthy degree. From the outside, it may seem that he has eyes for Taka, stalking her, taking photos and notes, watching her every move with a sparkle in his eyes. A simple stalker who was too afraid to approach his love. Though that is simply not true. He may be a stalker, yes- but not for love. He admires how... scary she is to put it mildly. The movies he had grown up with were nothing compared to the monstrosity Takaonna was, and Niko wanted to jot down every aspect. Niko admired her, hoping to one day be as intimidating - brutal- as she is, feeling little to no regard for her own sanity or mental health. As long as he saw the violence he wanted, that's all he cared for. Of course he still stayed extremely cautious of her, fully aware of the damage she could do- like a frightened beast. It was best not to startle it, lest it fought it's way out of a corner.

    Damian-
    Nikolai often saw Damian as a hinderance, a simple annoyance of his daily life. However, the more time he spent around the other, the more he grew accustomed. The more he quite enjoyed the easy company. He would never admit it, but on the times where he had expected the presence of the Kraken man, he grew excited. Despite knowing the constant (often maddening) questions of the other were by no means from a fan, Niko liked to view it that way. He felt smug showing off whatever could, basking in the attention. At the same time- his presence was quite annoying. Creepy even. Niko couldn't put a finger on it, but every second in the man's presence he felt... unnerved. He could never figure out the man's mind. Which was quite annoying, along with how effortlessly the man seemed to be intimidating compared to Niko. Well, at least Damian made a nice model.

    Julian-
    A minion. That's what he would call Julian if he had any word for it. Despite not knowing exactly why or how Nikolai caught the attention of the boy, he accepted it nonetheless. Eventually anyway. At first he thought the rookie as an annoying pest, a weakling who had endless time to spare in their useless hands. As more time passed however, the more time the boy spent relentlessly trailing after him- Nikolai would like to say admiring him- the more Nikolai basked in the attention. He would teach the boy how to be his mini-me, despite how difficult it turned to out be. After all, Nikolai was the perfect specimen of human. Who wouldn't want to be him? Despite thinking the man as an airhead, he has grown quite fond of Julian. Of course- he would never admit that, why would he? He sometimes saw him he supposed... as an irksome, little brother. No matter how many times he scoffed at the idea.

    TBD
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    BACCHUS
    SAMIRA CALRISSIAN
    LEGAL NAME
    Samira Calrissian
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (October 23, 1995)
    ALIAS
    Bacchus
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'4" (164 cm) | 135 lb (61 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Ace of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2015
    REPUTATION
    Goddess of Wine
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Unafraid to display her wealth, Samira is always seen wearing extravagant clothing. Her wardrobe ranges from designer power suits to elegant dresses that compliment her body. She is almost never seen without her signature golden hoops and hair adornments as it adds to her flare. In a professional setting, she will tend to wear more tame outfits but she always makes it a point to be the center of attention in times of pleasure.
    PERSONALITY
    Professionally speaking, Samira holds herself in a confident and elegant light. She purposefully sells the poise, and foreign royalty image to attract business partners. Her sights are always set on benefiting her family’s trade, making strategic negotiations in the process. She is known to have a silver tongue, getting what she wants one way or another.

    Aside from the wine business, Samira indulges in gambling and parties. If she’s not hosting her own extravagant events, she’s attending the most influential gatherings. She’s always looking to make more wealthy connections in New Oasis. Her gambling addiction is fueled by her family’s wealth and while she does not understand all of Amestria’s card games, she somehow finds herself lucky most of the time.

    Likes:
    • Designer clothing
    • Gambling
    • Gold jewelry
    • Money
    • Parties
    • Wine
    Dislikes:
    • Peasants
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Being the firstborn in an affluent family, Samira was raised with a silver spoon and about a dozen tutors to prepare her to take over the family business. The Calrissian Family was known throughout Telabiim for their extraordinary wine trade. What started as a humble vineyard by her great great grandfather bloomed into an overwhelmingly successful company. From her early years, she was taught the ins and outs of the business, from production to marketing. She was a natural at it — rightfully born for it.

    As she approached her young adult years, her parents became more hands-off in the business, allowing her to flex her refined expertise. It was then that she proposed to operate the family trade internationally. While Telabiim was a fairly large country, she always dreamed of expanding their production even more. Samira set her sights on Amestria, specifically New Oasis. It didn’t take long for the roots of her family’s business to sink into the foreign country, allowing her to live just as luxuriously and successfully as she did back home.

    Not long after her arrival to New Oasis did she join the Albino Tigers. Although the idea of being part of a gang did not appeal to the image she was trying to keep, she was convinced once she found out several other affluent families were part of the same group. From there, she enjoyed the perks — mostly having acquaintances with similar backgrounds in a more relaxed setting.

    Arc 3: The Heist
    Instructed by the Queen, Samira and a few other Tigers meet with him at his real estate company. From there, they're tasked with infiltrating and robbing a prestigious bank in retaliation against a specific business. Armed and ready, the small group of Tigers successfully get through most of the security by force. After acquiring what the Queen came for, they're encountered by the Twins: brothers with the potential of intangibility. Utilizing a grenade launcher, one of the twins attack the Queen, leaving the rest shocked in his unexpected demise. Samira and the others battle the Twins.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Charmy Devlin - Wine & Gambling Buddy
    Jack Montaña - A wealthy cowboy with an impressive clothing line. There have been few promotional collaborations between their two businesses but she has mostly been seen gambling at the casino with him. Jack has introduced her to country music and the brutal entertainment of underground fighting.
    Sylvie Slezák - Wine & Gambling Buddy
    Osamu Ueno - A financial advisor to her wine trade, Samira gets along well enough with Osamu to invite him to mutual parties and casino events. She gifts him a bottle of her family's finest wine once a month as an additional form of gratitude for his hard work.
    Ryutaro Hashimoto - The one to introduce her to the Albino Tigers. The two have collaborated on promotional events for both their respective companies and enjoy eating at the latest restaurants together.
 
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  • SCARLET PHOENIXES
    HAWK
    ZACH LOCKE
    LEGAL NAME
    Zachariah Clifton Locke
    AGE & BIRTH
    26 (January 1st, 1996)
    ALIAS
    Hawk
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'01" (185.42 cm) | 170 lb (77.11 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Scarlet Phoenixes
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2012
    REPUTATION
    The Peeping Tom, Mr. Sun glasses
    Home District
    South District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    He's a tall guy standing 6'01'' and weighing 170lbs. His hair is dyed pink and he's always wearing sunglasses, originally meant to hide his potential when it's in use, but now because he thinks it looks cool. He has a lot of piercings - on his ears, tongue, bellybutton, etc.
    PERSONALITY
    Zach's personality can be described as flamboyant, over-the-top, and maybe a little crazy depending on how you look at it. The boy is a daredevil. Unless we're talking killing babies in their sleep, there isn't much he isn't willing to do if someone dares/challenges him to do so. He'd had sex because of dares. Killed because of dares. If he sees something new, Zach just has to try it. He likes experimenting with new styles and his views on beauty are a little unorthodox. It's not that he isn't aware of conventional beauty. He just likes challenging the status quo as a beautician.

    Zach is mischievous. He enjoys causing trouble and teasing others, but is not necessarily mean-spirited (unless you get him angry) and generally doesn't continue to press buttons if he realizes he's taking it too far (unless he hates you). There's a certain sort of rebelliousness about him that kind of teeters the line, but rarely falls through (unless he's extremely upset).

    Despite his flirtatiousness (he is bisexual), Zach is a romantic at heart. He is passionate about love and if he finds someone to affix his feelings to, he'd remain dedicate and loyal to their death. Serenades, gifts, if he likes someone they'll definitely know it. He'd shout their name to the Heavens and beyond-very cringe. He also laughs alot. And, despite his careless attitude he's also strongly loyal - both to his biological family and his Phoenix one. Kill for family? Sure. He's an older brother in a large family and does carry that protective streak around him, always 'watching' out for the kids when dad isn't around. He knows how to change nappies.

    Beneath his wierdness and tendency for dramatics, Zach is smarter than he appears and does have a calculating mind when it comes to the things he wants. When working with the Scarlet Phoenixes, his potential and general awareness of his surroundings generally has him working as a sniper, operator, or field controller. Communicating with his allies is critical for putting them where they need to be if often critical for a successful murder operation, so he's usually very social and easy-going...except when he's not. A carefree jokester he may be, but Zach does possess the burning passion that got him into the Scarlet Phoenixes in the first place. Said passion can lead to bit of impulsiveness and volatility when triggered (like when Lyric called him a coward for not prescribing to her ambition), hence his small "break" from the gang.

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY

    Born in the West District to the Clifton and Clarissa Locke, Zach had always been a outlier amongst his wealthy peers. A rulebreaker. The restraints of finer society never suited him and he always looked to challenge them; Whether it be befriending the "dirty slum" kids, ditching school to play hooky, or other scandalous behaviors. Zach constantly tested the patience of his parents with his rebellious attitude, which, oddly enough, made him quite "popular" with the preppy, rich kids. However, he'd never quite gathered the courage to do anything that would get him disowned. He loved his family too much. In contrast to him, Elias Yumin was the "perfect prince" at school - someone who never seemed to do anything wrong and was well liked by everyone...except Zach. As his potential developed, Zach began to realize that something was wrong with the people around the young Yumin. He confronted Elias. For one reason or another (that he can't remember) they ended up becoming friends as a result. Best of buds during their elementary days despite their differences. Then, one day, Clifton and Clarissa's business went under (possibly an encounter with a certain npc 😏), causing the fall of the Locke family to bankruptcy.

    -> At 13, he transferred to a school in the south district, experiencing a period of homelessness and poverty until his parents managed to get themselves back on their feet. His father did construction work. Even his mother (who had never worked in her life) had to work multiple jobs to keep the 7 children (some of which were still babes) fed. Lots of family problems occurred as result. His parents argued daily. As the oldest child, Zach did everything he could to keep his family together. However, despite his best efforts, his mother eventually left his father for another (richer) man.

    ->At, 16 he joined the Scarlet Phoenixes--after finding a sponsor and enduring a rigorous trial--because the jobs paid well, even though it often involved killing; All to support his biological family, after all. As a rookie, he was given the alias Hawk because he had 'eyes like a Hawk', which he used to support any team/mission he was assigned. He was given a pair of sunglasses to hide his use of his potential, which he still keeps to this day. It was during this time that Zach's potential blossomed (X-ray vision, night-vision, etc)...and was still blossoming. Or, at least, Zach was still hoping that laser beams would one day come from his Gods' Eye(s). It was also during this time that Zach experienced what true family was supposed to be like. Every death he caused in the name of the Scarlet Phoenixes stained his hands. However, there was a certain bond with fellow killers who did what they had to together...and blood washed away easily enough. His biological family lived better as well.

    --> After graduating high school (18), Zach had made enough money to attend Cosmetology school, something he'd always been interested in but had nearly given up because his former mother would've never approved. Fortunately, his classes didn't interfere with Phoenix jobs. They were quick and easy as well. Eight months later, Zach obtained his beautician's license and opened his own small beauty salon in the South District. Being his own boss allowed him to work whenever he wanted and continue to do jobs for the Scarlet Phoenix (which he still considered his main job).

    -> During the time that the Phoenixes occupied central (which he participated in 6 years ago), he got into a debate with Lyric about what it means to be family. He didn't like the direction they were going and he felt the King's ambitions were taking them too far. Lyric didn't just want Central. She wanted all of New Oasis and beyond. However, all Zach saw was the death of the 'family members' her ambitions would ultimately cost them; He saw the sorts of power-hungry people Lyric was pushing her 'family' to become. Nasty words were exchanged. Zach didn't leave the gang, but his dissatisfaction was as clear as day. Hawk became less active in the gang, gradually starting to pull away...without actually doing so since he wasn't allowed to without being dead. Zach had even started to hate the gang that restricted his freedom a little.

    --> Then, as if a message sent by God, a hurricane happened. He took that opportunity to disappear for a bit. Closed his shop. He even cut ties with his biological family (since he didn't want them to be subject to the Scarlet Phoenix wrath). Most phoenixes thought he died...though the ones the know him probably knew better. He took a time off clear his head and cool his anger. Wandering to the East District (just because), Zach hopped from bed to bed and strip clubs to strip club because...fun? Sex didn't require much thinking. Zach dyed his brown hair pink and hid his identity (as much as he could) from Azure Dragons, going under the name "Lu", though the East District's gangsters were happy to ignore him so long as he didn't cause trouble. "Lu" even did some jobs as a freelance escort because some of his sex friends dared him to.

    -->During the time that Lu wandered from brothel to brothel, he fell in love with Jun Azuza, who was a brothel worker at the time, and became a regular at Eternal Night Palace.

    -->Saw everything that happened to Phoenixes from bridge to other bridge and decided to end his vacation since family was still family. He tells people that believed he died from the hurricane that like the Great Phoenix that he is, he rose from the ashes. He reopened 'Zach's Beauty Parlor' in the South District.


    (Screw details. This is all you're getting)
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Elias Yumin: "Best friends" during childhood/elementary days. Zach used to have a crush on him until he came to realize their friendship was a product of false memories.

    Meirin Azuza: The little sister of the person he loves. He think's she's cute (in the little sister sort of way)

    Jun Azuza (NPC): He's in love with her...and because of this, may have played a part in a certain veteran Dragon's death.

    Phoenix Sponsor: ????

    TBA. More to be added later.
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    HADES
    Dante Aguilar
    LEGAL NAME
    Dante Aurelio D'Angelo Aguilar
    AGE & BIRTH
    24 (October 30th, 1997)
    ALIAS
    Hades
    GENDER
    M
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5’11’ (180 cm) | 189 lbs (85kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    September, 2021
    REPUTATION
    Background noise. Gets the job done when you least expect it.
    Home District
    North District | West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Dante's of a leaner build than most HP in his "line of work", more natty and unassuming under his usual outfit—unimposing be it not for his height— though he does bear a fair amount of muscle under all of it. His jet-black hair is mid-length and lustrous, parted down the middle, styled in a long undercut that cascades down in a drape. His eyes are sharp and of an artificial grey that blinks to an interval of yellow every so often, whenever he steps into dimmer light. Face-wise, he does keep his handsome, missing nay a blemish nor any imperfection, though he does have somewhat prominent eye bags.

    The rookie is more often than not seen donning a neutral, invitingly dull expression over his face; hiding this soul-piercing glare under sunglasses and moppy hair.
    PERSONALITY
    At first glance Dante might come off as a hyper relaxed, aloof individual. So apathetic in fact that one may find the contrast between himself and those around him to be rather overwhelming. Though, oddly enough, this calm, detached modesty and stoicism is the alluring thing about him, as most of everyone sees him as someone trustworthy. A right-hand man of sorts, too serious about his 'work' as a debt collector, hitman, bouncer— whatever mess the gang throws him into— Dante seems to always keep this morbid fixation on seeing it through as efficiently as possible. Although this is to some extent true, the reality is that he tends to find some form of detachment from the violence. He knows when to separate thought from action and emotion from service, it's all a blur from beginning to end, blunt and straight to the chase— almost like a professional.

    Behind the machine-like work ethic, however, his more humane side shines through. Alone in that 4x4 apartment of his, away from the lowlifes and gang members, Dante is just the usual law-abiding citizen. A wisecrack, reserved man that regularly engages in trivial small talk with the cute girl behind the counter on his morning trips to the local coffee shop. He can't catch a good night's sleep without his 8:00 PM cereal ritual, he can't leave to buy his groceries before feeding the two strays in his patio. Kind, patient, compassionate, empties the ten's and five's inside his wallet for the homeless and sits outside on a plastic chair like an oldman looking out for his neighbors.

    Just a simple, unassuming man that works his extra rounds at the ink galore he runs.

    Out of each side of his coin, not even he himself knows which one is the red masque of death and which is not.

    Aside from all of this, his psyche suffers greatly from the side effects of his potentiality. To almost psychopathic ends, his emotions are shaky. He struggles with the lack of remorse behind the violent acts he commits— the beatings, the killing, the stealing— all of it creates a hard friction between the fact that he enjoys it and the reason why he does all of it in the first place. He harbors severe guilt over all the things he's done, the thing's he's willing to do to make ends meet, and the things he couldn't make right.

    This guilt, regard for human life and even the sheer instinct for self-preservation within him seems to banish when his potentiality flares up. When the wolves come out.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY


    North Oasis was one mess and a half. Still is, far as he knows.

    Dante was the older sibling in a family of five, living day by day somewhere near the very slums, in-and-out of some rundown motel his mom ran and his father's workshop.

    He remembered the very innards of both places. Hoarse voices thrown around, bouncing off the walls. The usual hopscotch here and there with the mixed accent. Tearing into his hand with the tools, grease lines in his other hand. The roar of an engine drowning out his very thoughts.

    That type of stuff.

    Mom was out of it for the most part, Dad wasn't any better, but they'd been kind enough to zone him out whenever they could. Gave him the freedom no child should have, that was, up until they needed him. His mother would more often than not set him up in her "trading business." Door-to-door movie delivery, she called it. He'd go around dragging a bag bigger than himself, sagging behind like he was carrying half a pig chopped up inside. Needless to say, that wasn't much of a pretty look for anyone in the force. It became his morning routine in a sense, his feet thumping hard as he ran from one street to another, the sweaty hands of the freaks he would deliver his mother's "trade," getting an inch too close with every exchange of the money. Like they wanted a piece of him too.

    By the fourth delivery he'd already connected dots, figured out exactly what he'd been carrying around these past few weeks. At the time it wasn't rocket science, really. He had ears. He could hear the cartridges rattling around inside the bag, he could hear his mom delivering the most cliche 90's "entertainment flicks" lines at the darker hours of the night, when pops was out drinking.

    It was one of the things you'd never want one of your friends to find out about. End up being the laughing stock for the rest of the school year, have to curb the memory out of a kid, etcetera, etcetera…

    It was her own inventive way of working corners without having to leave the house, he figured. At least it was better than having those lowlifes pay a visit to the motel at night.

    His father's jobs weren't all that exciting either. Up until his fifteen's, when he'd hit his big stretch, Dante had been rather small for his age. And his father knew exactly how to put those qualities to their best use. He could blend in at night easier than his old man could, fit nice through pet doors, open bathroom windows and half-opened garage doors. Above all else, little Dante could sneak around a house like a bastard. The threat of taking the beating of your life awoke certain skills within you, his genius in particular just so happened to be burglary.

    It was in those small spurs of action in-between midsummer vacation, breaking into houses in the dark, that Dante learned that the shadows were calling to him. He would see figures stalking, yellow orbs blurring past the corner of his eye, full-fang, pearly white grins beaming at him in the corner of the room. But he was never afraid of them. Rather, the darkness guided him to the safety of the pitch-black, shadowy corners. Where not a single soul could take advantage of him.

    The years went by, and after he hit his growth, mom and dad had little to no use for him anymore.

    One day his mother must've gotten just about as fed up as he was, so it wasn't that much of a shocker when she went off on his dad. She'd always been the stereotypical, docile housewife. Kissing her husband on the cheek as he was heading out to "work," dinner ready before he came back— she was quiet about it. Like she was waiting for someone to pull her trigger. And up till the day he dies, he'll always find the memory of that volcano going off to be something to marvel at. The ferocity in which this silent, passive woman chased after his dad, akimbo with a pair of kitchen knives in each hand. As if years of pent up rage built up into that one spike of adrenaline for her.

    Dante more or less stood there in the curb, half-eaten pb&j sandwich in hand, watching them run off into the next street as the houses they passed by lit up. It was an almost comedic spectacle for him. For his little brother and sister, Nina and Damian, not so much. They sat behind him sobbing as the screams of their dad drew further and further away, the hollers of some of the neighbors enjoying the show just as much as he was mixed in-between.

    From what he’s heard, old man never managed to round another street before she'd already had a big open loop drawn red on his neck. By the time he hit the ground she was up and on him like a trained assassin. That was, more or less, the most effort he'd ever seen his mother put into something. After that the waters got a hell of a lot more turbulent, on his mother's end of the stick that is. He tried to play the dumb innocent child act to save the poor woman from a lifetime behind bars, but lo', Dante was sent off to a foster home along with his siblings. His mother was locked away, he hasn't seen her since.

    Never did the thought of visiting her ever cross his mind anyway.

    The next few years were so quiet that he doesn't recall much of anything, really. His adoptive parents weren't that big of a memory for him. They were nice, religious, good people that would never lash out on them the way his biological parents would. Every time he'd walk in through that front door, no beats missed, there'd always be this palpable sense of surprise he couldn't quite register— even though they were just plain old hey's and good mornings, it still made him crack a silly grin at just how cheesy these people were.

    He knew every time he set foot into that house that his brother and sister would be raised like good people.

    It was the type of freedom no teenager should have. Freedom from consequence. Freedom from duty. So— dare he say— he tried to push those boundaries, far as he could. Dante wanted a bite of it.

    A week or two shy before the hurricane struck, young Dante took his foster parent's wheels and left it all behind, drove as far away as he could from the northern district. No attachments left for him to slam the brakes at a stop sign and make second guesses, no, he was alone and free. He left central, somewhere past the south district, and therein the west he crashed the damned thing on a public beach in the middle of the night. The ocean lazily reaching out for the shores ahead of him, the car purring as it was flipped on its nose between a concrete wall and the sand. Even in that mess, Dante belly laughed like a maniac for the first time.

    That was what he lovingly calls the peak of his life. He was free back then.



    Adulthood never hit him as hard as it should've.

    He'd set himself up an ink shop with a friend back in the north, something nice and simple in the West District. You'd have random people bent over on the chair with their dignity up in the air as the artists worked on them, the same artist having some sort of a knockdown-drag-out with themselves as the eyes struggled to focus out of a slumber. A man coming in, bare-chest, red-eyed with tears wanting to ink the name of his newest lover on his heart. It was nice and quiet without the dullness, and it paid well.

    Paradise, for a man like him. But that little exception didn't last long.

    He kept in contact with Nina and Damian throughout the years. It went from anonymous calls pretending to be a friend, to false usernames and even hanging around with them from time to time while they were heading back home from school. Damian was his own little admirator in the shadows. Even when he was doing the most heinous things for their father, the kid still looked up to him. He’d always seen Dante as this cool, delinquent older brother that never cracked under the pressure, always cold and stoic. Never afraid of anything, unlike him

    By the time Dante had his brother on the other end of the line, ugly crying on the phone, the fuckers were already storming his place. When he woke up from the beating, he was tied up in a dark room, some detective noir shit— lightbulb dangling from the ceiling and everything. There were voices. Shouting, demanding something from him. He couldn't make out a single bark from them, only sharp ringing in his ear. A voice, figures stalking the shadows, rounding corners in the room. Then one of the crooks snapped him awake with a kick to the groin. Dante became a punching bag for the crooks after the fourth hit.

    The tyrant kings of the western district, the Albino Tigers. He never got the full extent of it, but somehow Damian had ended up involved with them. Had a gigantic, long overdue debt with them, rather. An overdue debt that he’d somehow managed to get Dante mixed in. He told them his older brother, the fearless criminal, could pay his debt if they gave him some time.

    The tigers painted the choices clear for them. He either doubled what his brother owed, or they would come back to finish the deal.

    From that point onward, Dante began working for the Albino Tigers.

    His potentiality only grew stronger after the first few jobs, it started taking over him.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    Pixel
    SILVA
    LEGAL NAME
    Cleo Deon Silva
    AGE & BIRTH
    27 (December 5th, 1994)
    ALIAS
    "Pixel" or "Silva"
    GENDER
    Cis Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'3" (191 cm) | 220 lb (100 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    October of 2013
    REPUTATION
    Goofy; Might get you in trouble; Can't keep a secret; Will flirt with you; Can't be left alone
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
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    Cleo Silva, mostly known as Silva, is a tall, athletic man of 6'3" and 220 pounds, a large portion of that weight being a result of the steel lower-half of his body. His prosthetic legs. Due to his recent waking from a ten-month coma, he might appear much thinner to those who knew him before said coma, having lost a majority of his muscle mass from the slumber.

    He is olive-skinned with 'PLUS ULTRA' tattooed in bold black down his left arm, and boasts eyes of pear-green in color. His hair, often covered by an aviator cap of sorts, is of a long crew-cut of tousled brown that he sprays different colors with cheap, over-the-counter Halloween cosmetic spray, wafting the distinct stench of chemicals that never fails to take those down-wind by the breath. Chiseled and stubble-chinned, his face is most often masked and rarely seen by the public, as well as the upper portion of his face covered with thick, color-tinted goggles which also pair as corrective lenses. Without them, he cannot see but the world a blur.

    When removed---his mask and goggles, that is---scars from nicks to gashes can be seen to layer his face like a chopping block, but they don't take away from his messy charm. His teeth, when bared, are jagged and sharp, earning him the nickname "Sharkface" during his fresh parkour days. As for his wardrobe, he mostly wears baggy shorts or cut-off pants, tied at the lower thigh, per his preference for looser clothing and for his prosthetics. He is also a big fan of costumes!

    SIDE NOTE: Silva talks with a Mexican-Spanish equivalent accent.
    SIDE NOTE: As mentioned above, it is unlikely to catch him without his cap, goggles, and mask.
    SIDE NOTE: Mentioned above, Silva has sharp, jagged teeth.
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    PERSONALITY
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    Kicking this off, Cleo Silva is well-known to be an internet sensation---though, not quite to the extent of Passeri Park---for his live performances of deadly stunts and daring parkour feats, one stunt of which quite literally cost him his legs. While some of his stunts are nothing new to the action-packed life of a New Oasis gangster, the internet simply can't get enough.

    He is a daring character who thrives in the spotlight.

    Energetic, friendly, loud, and spontaneous, he actively seeks action and is drawn to it like a pen to paper. Goofy and mischievous, he loves a good prank and is a jolly fellow filled with laughter. Perhaps a bit insensitive with a touch of straightforwardness, he tends to crack jokes about people's appearances or behaviors in a positive light, drawing attention to other's eccentricities like they're ornaments on a Christmas tree.

    That goes on to say... Reading the room is not his strong suit.

    Flirtatious and a bit perverted, Silva addresses most people on a pick-up-line basis. Rejection is not a loss to him, he'll try again tomorrow, for he possesses no understanding of embarrassment, nor does he often express/feel regret for his own actions.

    Not quite lazy but picky as to what kind of work he does, as he gets bored extremely quick and suffers from a very short attention span, Silva lacks the ability to be responsible. Order him to guard the brothels, he'll likely wind up locked in a room with one of the escorts. Stand him in a corner and tell him not to move, you'll return five minutes later to find him either missing or doing a headstand while engaging in friendly conversation with the first person that looked him in the eye.

    In regards to battle... Mercy, he will show, but not for reasons such as guilt, remorse, or compassion. Rather, he'll spare you because you said something funny or simply because he likes the way you look. Or maybe you gave him a good fight. Cleo Silva is, in one word, strange.

    He is gullible, easily tempted, and prone to lying. Though, chances are he'll forget what he lied about and throw himself under the bus.

    SIDE NOTE: Silva's YouTube-Equivalent Channel has amassed a subscriber-base of 45-million. His channel was made under his own name 'Cleo Silva' many years ago but was later changed to 'Silva Stunts' once he started receiving sponsorships.

    SIDE NOTE: Silva gives a shoutout to Passeri Park every other upload on his media channel in hopes of catching her attention.
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    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    1994, December 5th—Cleo Silva was born to mother and father, Mila and Ericardo Silva, in the East District of New Oasis.

    — —Ericardo, at the time of Silva’s birth, was a Veteran member of the Azure Dragons. As a result, he was often absent. When present, however, he was a loving and playful father, and always gave Mila the break she needed.

    — —Mila never supported her husband’s occupation as a gangster, but she had been more tolerant to it before Silva was born. So long as Ericardo kept his gang-business out of their son’s life, she would not dispute him.

    1995, November 9th—It was quickly discovered that (11mo) Silva was an HP when bumps to the head and stumbles from learning to walk did not hurt him. As an NP from a long family line of NPs, his mother held many biases and prejudices toward HPs, the exception being her husband, Ericardo, who instead saw Silva’s being an HP as an opportunity.

    2000, January—(5yo) Silva’s mother, Mila, started homeschooling Silva. What started as a fear of uncontrollable influence from external factors turned into the realization that Silva would have been hell-unleashed upon any public teaching facility, and she was later thankful for her decision to keep him close.

    — —Due to his mother being dominantly monolingual, and Silva’s being homeschooled, Silva was raised speaking mostly his native language. This is not to say that he wasn’t encouraged to learn the Amestrian language, but he does tend to show a degree of favoritism toward the former.

    — —Over time, Silva’s mother became overbearing and fearfully protective of Silva due to his rowdy and boisterous personality, and she coddled him so, sometimes aggressively, confining him to the home as much as realistically possible.

    But alas, when the refrigerator ran empty, grocery-store visits could not be avoided—doctor’s appointments and other errands—and Mila did not trust to hire a babysitter for fear that they could not handle her rambunctious Cleo. So, to prevent harm from coming to her son, she took preventative measures, no matter the irony. Bubble wrap, leashed jackets, helmets, knee pads, safety goggles, etc. Ericardo thought it ridiculous, but he couldn’t bring himself to burden Mila with his contradictions, as she was a sensitive soul.

    2002, February 18th—(7yo) Silva snuck away from home for the first time to play with some neighborhood kids at the local park. He had observed them many times before during nature walks with his mother, but had only ever been permitted a quick hello before Mila hurried him along.

    This day marked the first time Silva ever truly enjoyed himself. In spite of the language barrier, the other children took kindly to his goofy smile and amusing antics. They did what they could to include him in their games and conversation. However, such fun was short-lived when his mother came to retrieve him and scolded him harshly.

    This same day, feeling that Mila’s unrest and worry had gone too far, Ericardo stepped in to oppose the way Silva was being forced to live, but Mila would not accept it.

    — —Ever the victim of Mila's overprotective nature, it became a pattern for Silva to run away from home, seeking fun and adventure, and there never was a time when it did not surprise his mother, who responded with panic and panic again.

    2003, August 17th—This was the day (8yo) Silva discovered his role-model—Felix Fearless, internet sensation and professional NP daredevil—through one of the neighborhood kids… In a short period of time, he became invested in the star, claiming to be his biggest fan, and sought to be just like him.

    Cleo Silva would one day be the next Felix Fearless!

    2003, August 28th—(8yo) Silva discovered the nature of his potential… Late Night, while the rest of the family slept, the young Silva sat in the dark, eyes locked on the television displaying one of Felix Fearless’ most daring stunts in all of his career, streaming live for all to watch!

    As the stunt took place, Silva became compelled by an inexplicable urge to reach out and touch the screen. When he did, the picture itself and all its glowing, colorful properties crawled out and up his arm, swirling around him in a cloud of cyan stars. Tiny fragments of light swimming through the air with Silva fixed at their center; they revolved around him arbitrarily, and he was mesmerized.

    Then from the speakers on the now blacked-screen television, “There’s been an accident!”

    2003, September 3rd—(8yo) Silva’s fresh role-model, Felix Fearless, passed away in the hospital from injuries he had sustained during his latest stunt. Nonetheless, Silva would continue to dedicate himself to the daredevil’s documented way of life.

    — —Ericardo, Silva’s father, supported his son’s interests with gifts of Felix Fearless merchandise. Costumes and games of make-believe… He was, safe to say, Cleo Silva’s biggest fan. On the other end, his mother was not. She believed Ericardo’s support would further escalate Silva’s already-wild behavior.

    Keeping Silva focused during school sessions was an impossible enough task already, then even more so after the boy adopted his obsession with the daredevil lifestyle. His mind wandered to the distant roaring of crowds yet existent when he should have been studying. He played with his food as if his plate were the stage, set for his next act, and the pea represented himself, soaring through the air in a magnificent display of raw fearlessness before he plunged into the shark-infested waters that were his mashed potatoes.

    Silva’s mind was made up, and there was nothing that could change it.

    2003, September 28th—(8yo) Silva’s younger brother, Javi, was born.

    2003, December 9th—(9yo) Silva started learning how to sew in order to make adjustments to the costumes his father would buy him. This was one of the few activities through which he managed to bond with his mother, and this day planted a seed of growth within Mila that she couldn’t yet identify… but, within time, surely would. Something about the spark in Silva’s eyes as he hesitantly told her of his dreams sent her heart aflutter and, for the first time, she pictured his vision in a not-so-terrible light.

    A fleeting positivity, however, as Silva would later return home from one of his ‘runaways’ with a broken nose and missing tooth.

    2003, December 30th—(9yo) Silva crafted his own signature mask and cap, which he then wore every time he left the house, wishing to emulate the same facial anonymity that his role-model, Felix Fearless, had maintained up unto his death. He later incorporated swim goggles into the Look™ that would eventually be upgraded to something more appealing.

    2004, February 13th—This was the day that (9yo) Silva grasped a new understanding of his Potential. Of that glowing, cyan cloud he so often toyed with, the form of a spoon was taken as he kicked his feet back and forth at the dining table, awaiting his breakfast. And the spoon worked.

    Still fighting to overcome her fears, Mila was unsettled by this development but did not chastise the boy for his growth. She would let him be. Contrarily, Ericardo would not do nothing. In his son, he saw a potential for greatness and began seeking ways to help Silva cultivate his power.

    2004, February 27th—Mila, (9yo) Silva’s mother, started working from home for a change of pace. Javi was too young for schooling and taking multiple naps throughout the day, and Silva was inclined to entertaining himself.

    2004, May 6th—Ericardo began training (9yo) Silva on the days Mila allowed him to visit the park. By now, recess with the neighborhood kids had become acceptable to her, for she could not keep Silva from doing what he wanted, as evasive and wily as he was. With this, she, at least, knew where to find him. Or so she thought.

    Ericardo did not take Silva to the park on this day. Rather, the two of them went to the Azure Dragons’ Headquarters, where Ericardo introduced Silva to a woman named Perona Saxus, and perhaps several other affiliates. From here on out, Ericardo trained Silva in the art of self-defense, something the boy took great pleasure in learning.

    2005, December 5th—Silva’s 11th birthday. On this day, Ericardo gifted the boy with his first camera in secret. “Don’t tell your mamá,” he winked.

    2006, May 17th—(11yo) Silva started a media channel under his legal name, to which he began uploading videos of his own mediocre stunts via a computer at the nearest public library. It started slow, but, with experience and growth of inspiration, picked up as he began performing more theatrical feats and showing off his ever-maturing skills.

    2006, July 20th—(11yo) Silva’s mother, Mila, caught word of Silva’s media channel from the neighbors. The content dismayed her, but also inspired in her great conflict. Silva was energy driven and wild; she could not deny that. Was she wasting his potential? Was she doing more damage by forcing her fears onto him? Would she push him away for good one day?... Through all of these thoughts, Mila blocked the channel and pretended to have never seen it.

    2010, April 2nd—(15yo) On this day, Silva’s father sustained serious injuries in an intergang skirmish. Treated for his wounds prior, Ericardo was carried into his home by three Dragons, one of whom was Perona Saxus who promptly informed Mila of the misfortune that had befallen him.

    Ericardo became strictly bedridden due to the severity of his condition and, as a result, the Silva family would suffer, for they had no solid income outside of the Azure Dragons. During a talk, Ericardo proclaimed to Silva that it was Silva’s turn to step up. Shortly after, Perona Saxus offered for Silva to join the Azure Dragons under her wing. Seeking thrill and excitement, but also consequential to his father’s word, Silva accepted the offer.

    — —Driven by her emotions, on the day that Ericardo was carried home and permanently laid to bed, Mila confronted Perona Saxus and demanded that she stay away from Silva and Javi. With a smile, Perona said nothing and left, never showing her face at the Silva household again.

    2010, April 11th—(15yo) Unbeknownst to his mother, Silva began undergoing training with Perona Saxus, not yet a recognized member of the Azure Dragons. While the training was rigorous and tiring, Silva did not hate it and took an especially enthusiastic interest in sparring.

    — —By now, on his media channel—Cleo Silva Stunts—Silva had amassed a subscriber-base well in the hundred-thousands, and had also started receiving sponsors from small businesses. The channel’s name would later go on to change.

    2010—In between training with Perona, spending time with his mother, father and brother, performing stunts, and keeping up with his friends around the neighborhood, as he pretty much lived a free life at this point, Silva took on odd-jobs to help pay the bills at home. Anything that he couldn’t pay fell into Perona’s hands, as she owed a great debt to Ericardo that she never spoke of.

    — —Oftentimes, to his mother’s disconcert, Silva would steal Javi from home to show him the city, telling him fictions and wild hypotheticals of a fantastic future filled with great adventure.

    — —With Ericardo bound to rest, Mila was determined to take on more hours at her home-job. On top of trying to ensure Silva and Javi’s education, keeping up with chores and errands, she looked upon the past and buckled beneath the weight of regret. She somehow found a way to blame herself for everything that had ever gone wrong.

    2010, May—(15yo) Silva’s younger brother, Javi (6yo), was enrolled in public school when their mother realized she simply couldn’t keep up. Attempting to put Silva in public school was a lost cause, as he did what he wanted.

    2011, June 29th—(16yo) Silva met a group of North District street-rats who called themselves the Rattlesnakes, likely a play on the infamous Sable Serpents, and was quickly welcomed by them. After a few hours of learning their customs and observing their talents, Silva, too, showed what he could do—everything he’d taught himself, and what he’d learned from his father and Perona, but also the passion of Felix Fearless that coursed through his veins.

    When one of the Rattlesnakes recognized Silva to be the Cleo Silva from Silva Stunts media, self-proclaimed boy daredevil, they promptly began referring to Silva as Sharkface, claiming that he was one of their subtle inspirations. From then on, Silva began accompanying the posse around the North District when he could, when an odd-job led him that way, or just when he found the time, and they versed him in the art of parkour whilst spreading mischief along the way. A few of the Rattlesnake members would later go on to make regular appearances in Silva's videos, serving as a crew under his fame to help with the setup of future stunts and events.

    It was after this that Silva began referring to himself by his last name.

    2013, October 4th—(18yo) Silva’s father passed away. Following this, Silva subconsciously began using stunts and fighting as a coping mechanism. Rarely home, his performances became progressively more extreme, and he often spent days gone to lose himself at parties around the city. When he was home, his bruised and beaten appearance was of no consolation to his mother. “You are breaking your mamá’s heart.”

    2013, October 10th—(18yo) Silva became a member of the Azure Dragons under Perona Saxus’ recommendation. His mother, at this point, was desensitized enough that she hardly flinched when he told her.

    2015, August 1st—(20yo) Silva performed a stunt in Lower Central which involved an “acid-dive” of sorts. Due to compromised protective goggles, his goggles were flooded with acid that resulted in the near-loss of his eyesight. He was later able to get corrective lenses built into his personal goggles.

    — —As it became known that Silva was a member of the Azure Dragons on his media channel, he started losing sponsorships, but not all. By now, he had amassed a subscriber-base of millions, most of which were NPs. Due to his large social media influence, sponsorships came under the table so long as he supported and promoted their brands.

    2018, March 25th—(23yo) Silva lost his legs in a dangerous stunt involving a motorcycle jump over a pit of explosives that he underestimated the power of in the South District.

    2020, June 26th—(25yo) Silva's brother, Javi (16yo), graduated high school.

    2021, January 21st—(26yo) Silva fell into a coma after engaging in battle with Sergeant Inigo Han of the CDPD. He was, thankfully, rescued by Azure Dragon member, Stephan House, otherwise known as Leviathan ('Levi'), and taken to Perona Saxus, who assumed responsibility for him.

    Perona took the comatose Silva to his home, where she repurposed his room to better accommodate his condition. Mila was mortified and could only beg that Perona ensure her son’s recovery, putting her personal feelings aside.

    2021, February 1st—(26yo) Silva's brother, (17yo) Javi, became a member of the Azure Dragons.

    2021, November 30th—(26yo) Silva woke miraculously from his ten-month coma. His mentor, Perona Saxus, immediately arranged for him to begin undergoing physical therapy to help get him back on his feet.

    — —For the first month after his waking, Silva was in a bad state. He came around slowly, regaining his natural spark and lively energy an ounce at a time as the days passed. He showed signs of memory loss, wondering what had happened to his legs, but seemed to recover bits and pieces of himself gradually. He couldn't walk at first, and hardly held an appetite; weak as a child all over. Not even his younger brother’s meals could put a craving to his stomach.

    While it's a normal thing for one to experience confusion and frustration upon waking from a coma, especially one so long as nearly a year, seeing an agitated Silva was unsettling to his mother and Perona. It was so unlike him that his mother couldn't bear to see him, nor did Silva want her to. Until he started to feel like himself again, Silva allowed only Perona to come and go from his bedroom. On occasions, when Javi intruded, Silva managed a chipper facade, but a lacking one.

    2022, February 1st (B-SIDE: HAPPINESS & PROSPERITY)—(27yo) Silva attended the Lunar New Year's celebration at Kairong's tea-shop with Levi. (PENDING DETAILS)

    2022, May 31st (ARC 3, A-SIDE: HUNTING FILTH; SUN IN THE GUTTER)—(27yo) PENDING DETAILS
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Inigo ✨ Silva and Inigo engaged in battle on January 21st of 2021 that ended with a comatose Silva after he suffered great concussive damage.

    Levi ✨ On January 21st of 2021, after losing in battle to Sergeant Inigo Han of the CDPD, Silva was rescued and taken to safety by Levi.
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    Jackson Reese Alessi
    "Passion, Justice, Morals? Perhaps you're too eager to fulfill the whims of others."
    LEGAL NAME
    Jackson Reese Alessi
    AGE & BIRTH
    20 [Arc 2] 21 [Arc 3] (Janurary 9th, 2001)
    ALIAS
    Song
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'5" (165 cm) | 127 lb (57.5 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2019
    REPUTATION
    Shithead Bully who tends to act better than he speaks
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Jackson is a young adult male who has the top of his hair bleached blonde. Despite this often his naturally black hair is left alone with his undercut. The shoddy bleaching is clear and speaks more to the hair being bleached semi-unwillingly. He's a little under average height and noticable thin in an unhealthy way. Despite everything pointing to him not taking much care of himself he's always hygenic and well dressed at least attempting to look like he has his shit together. His has a single ear piercing in his left ear.
    PERSONALITY
    Jackson is a serious person who is always thinking of the best way to get things done. He spends a lot of time in his own head, yet despite his analytical mind he can often be prone to negative emotional overload as he tends to bottle up everything inside. He's remarkably intelligent and curious, and damn does he know how to use it often getting the upper hand in debates by laying traps with his silver tongue.

    Despite being a person who surrounds themselves with people he's got a rather thorny personality. Beyond his blunt insults and habitual manipulation, he's really not much of a people person either. He has very little patience for "good apples" and tends to be somewhat of a bully to those around him. His actions paint a different picture however as he's the first ready to smack down someone who has crossed the lines. He knows how to place the role of a "good dragon" but he's far from a kind person.

    His age may be deceiving as the little punk is already quite the casanova and can be found with his nose in the brothels for all the wrong reasons. A face that has been well known in the district for years. He's been on both sides of the transaction and can play with the worst of them, often acting as though it was some scorecard to a game he was the only one playing. Plus if he gets a little cash from his games? All the better.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Jackson was born in the south, despite this he doesn't have many concrete memories of the area as his mother moved them out when he was still in his infancy. From the little he's heard from her stories, not only would she not be welcome back but if they were ever to find out she hadn't died more than just herself would die.

    Jackson's first real memories consist of his first few days in his lowbrow northern primary school smack dab in the middle of Riverwood. Despite his mother's warning about always being careful who he associates with he was quick to stick his nose into the business of others often causing problems for both himself and others. Perhaps because of this one of Jackson's only real friends, Bash, was one of the few that could look trouble in the face and have it shit its pants. Without really meaning to Jackson skirted a lot of his initial childhood problems by riding on the coattails of Bash's reputation.

    As they got older Jackson did his best to support his friend in any way he possibly could. While he would have preferred this being through convincing his friend to actually come to school for something more than contributing to his revolving door of suspensions, it wound up being more than often help through offering a safe and stable environment. Jackson's door was always open for his friend. While it was never really stated both mother and son considered their third room Bash's more than a guest room.

    However decent of a life Jackson had was always on borrowed time. It was in his late high school years that problems really started to arise. Jackson found himself clashing with his closest friend. His mother's past wouldn't stay buried forever. At first, it was simple enough, a serpent or two come sent from Yuudai to get his mother back in the game working for the serpents instead of the phoenixes. But that was a dangerous game indeed. A denial, a fight, and they went running back to HQ like the rats they were.

    If it were to stop there perhaps things would have been able to be salvaged in his life.

    A series of thugs of the serpents took matters into their own hands trying to get Euphoria to bend and join. Stalking her to her residence. Frequent attack attempts against the woman when she was out. An attack on the house. When fighting wouldn't work... it was time to bring in her pacifistic son into the equation. As expected Phyllis flipped, but these men had never Euphoria come out to play. She sadistically attacked back... until her power unleashed to its max and snapped back greatly injuring the woman.

    That was the day Jackson killed off any part that felt bad about hurting others. He sang until the assholes were all but dead their unconscious bodies of no concern to the boy. After dragging his mother to a hospital he was quick to gather anything he could need for an immediate fleeing. That was five years ago and he hasn't once looked back since. leaving only a letter to his friend Bash behind. "Get the fuck out before they eat you alive."

    A few months later and after some rehabilitation Jackson and the now Disabled Phyllis were moving into a shitty apartment in Littleleaf [Zone 2 East]. Fuck if he was going to continue to accept the ruthlessness of the Serpents even running as far as he had. No Jackson was not going to be accepting anyone's shit any further. The scrapes between Littleleaf and the North were only chances for him to further blow off steam as he would consistently fight people off after they'd crossed into the East to start problems. It was only a matter of time before this behavior would have him receiving an invitation from the Dragons themselves. Seeing it as a further way to rake in some extra income to help both himself and his mother he quickly accepted.

    RELATIONSHIPS
    Phyllis "Euphoria" Macar-Alessi: Jackson's mother. While the woman is always supportive of her son and the two share a close relationship they are often at odds due to the differences in how their potentials work. While Jackson's has always been marginally dangerous for his own health for sustain periods, Phyllis's sacrifices both mental stability and physical health for extremely powerful blows leaving her having several moments of mental instability while raising Jackson. He quickly learned to recognize the signs and hide when his mother was in one of her states.

    Bash Hirabayashi: TBA

    Kasumi Katsura: TBA

    Kanna Katsura: TBA

    Ruriko Ikeda: TBA

    Jesper Albrecht: TBA

    Tina Smith: TBA

 
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  • SCARLET PHOENIXES
    hellfire
    jericho s. madden
    LEGAL NAME
    jericho sterling madden
    AGE & BIRTH
    21 (june 11th, 2001)
    ALIAS
    hellfire
    GENDER & SEXUALITY
    cis-male | pansexual (w/ a strong male lean)
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'4" (193 cm) | 212 lbs (96 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    rookie of the scarlet phoenixes
    ACTIVE SINCE
    march 10th, 2020
    REPUTATION
    silly lil demon spawn; chili pepper lookin' ass
    Home District
    south district
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    jericho is incredibly easy to pick out of a crowd. he's roughly 6'4 and has maroon hair, bright red skin, and piercing golden eyes. atop his head are two darker red horns; half of the right horn appears to have been broken off. all of jericho's teeth are very sharp and his canine teeth are longer than the rest; his tongue is a deep maroon and forked like a snake's. in addition, he has pointed ears and a long tail with a spade-like tip.

    notes: - usually smells like strawberry and vanilla taffy (he likes fun scented shampoos, etc etc.), but also faintly of smoke
    - wears a broken rolex on his right wrist (he does not take this off unless it's to shower or during a fight. it belonged to his father)
    - wears a chain around his neck with both of his parent's wedding bands hanging from it
    - has a lot of piercings in his ears, a double eyebrow piercing, and a septum piercing
    - heavy scarring on his arms, all self-inflicted (it's an addiction and something he still struggles with). wears black armbands to cover his arms.
    PERSONALITY
    [please don't talk to me about this. i know it's scuffed as hell.]

    jericho is a very intense person. he is impulsive, rash, and generally isn't the smartest guy you'll ever meet; he can be incredibly dense and is very oblivious to the way other people feel. growing up beating his emotions back with a metal pipe definitely didn't do him any favours, but it could have been worse. once you get past his loud and intense personality, rico can be surprisingly chill. the people that he considers friends or family mean the world to him, anyone else is not worth wasting his energy on.

    truthfully, he enjoys the quiet and spends a lot of his free time focusing on his hobbies (anything arts and crafts + restoring vehicles). he never leaves anything unfinished and will put his all into whatever it is he's doing. although very hardworking if something doesn't catch jericho's attention he will put little to no effort into it; if it doesn't interest him, it isn't worth his time.
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    likes
    + arts and crafts
    + dancing (specifically ballet)
    + guitar
    + frogs
    + spiders
    + doing his friend's makeup
    +
    + ur mom lmao
    +

    dislikes
    - candy
    - fizzy drinks
    - bugs
    - bullies
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    -
    - other stuff
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    general refs:







    ballet refs:
    (both male + female parts of the dance apply)





    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    jericho was born to an hp mother and an np father. he had a relatively normal childhood, though many didn't believe that he was his parents' biological son- his parents looked about as normal as anyone else. his father had black hair, tan skin, and blue eyes, and his mother had pale skin, blonde hair, and hazel eyes. jericho didn't resemble them in the slightest and people reminded him of that as often as they could.

    kids are cruel, especially to those who are different; so, naturally, they taunted and teased jericho. it started with being called 'monster' and getting pushed around a bit. at first, he tried to fight back but quickly realized that no matter what he did he would always be the one that got in trouble. his parents unfortunately agreed and insisted it would be better to just deal with it, it would stop eventually. as he got older it slowly worsened, it went from simple teasing to being attacked and each time he endured it without complaint because he trusted his parents and believed them when they said it would get better.

    it never got better.

    it continued to escalate, but no matter what jericho never fought back. however, that all changed when the fire nation attacked when jericho was 14. he had been walking home from school and was jumped by some schoolmates; they assaulted him, held him down, and then broke one of his horns. this incident was his breaking point and he started acting out, he fought back against anyone that so much as looked at him the wrong way.

    at 17 his parents were killed in a home invasion and he was forced into foster care because legally he wasn't old enough to live on his own. no one trusted him to begin with, but after the deaths of his parents, no foster home kept him for longer than two or three weeks. no matter what jericho said, they believed he killed his parents, and because of that he ended up in 18 different fosters homes; no one wanted him. a year of that hell went by and the day he turned 18 he was gone; jericho left and never looked back.

    After the murder of his parents, finding himself a prisoner to residential services, Jericho bounced from foster home to foster home, eventually finding himself with the Stepanovs in the South District, a family of four: Igraine Stepanov (Mother), Alexsei Stepanov (Father), Eva and Anastasia Sepanov (Daughters).

    They were a tight-knit family, all NPs and mysterious in some ways, but welcomed Jericho like one of their own despite telling him from the beginning: “We won’t have you long before you’re onto the next, kid. So don’t get too comfortable, but enjoy your stay while it lasts.”

    Bandy and Jericho meet: 2018, December 20th
    --On this fateful day, for somewhat unexplained reasons, Jericho was made to stay home while Igraine took Eva and Ana to the winter festival in Central.

    --Roughly 45-minutes after Igraine and the girls had left the home, a man arrived, whom Jericho had never met during the two months he’d been staying with the Stepanov family.

    --Before the man (Kuzma) had made it to the doorstep, Alexsei said to Jericho: “Stay in the living room and keep your mouth shut… Igraine and the girls are never to know this man was here.” Then the doorbell rang, and Alexsei allowed the man in.

    --Alexsei and the man (Kuzma) disappeared into Alexsei’s study, but not before the man inquired about Jericho. “He’s a foster. We won’t be keeping him long,” was all Alexsei had said.

    --For a long time, maybe an hour, the house was quiet. Until three strangers (Barbados, Boo, and Bandy) made their entrance into the home, unannounced and without a word to Jericho as they strolled past, only two of them (Barbados and Bandy) disappearing into Alexsei’s study while the third (Boo) did a walkthrough of the house for cameras. Then, after about ten minutes passed, (Barbados and Bandy) moved in and out of the study, back and forth from a van parked out front. They carried cleaning supplies, buckets, barrels, bags, etc. And a lot of noise could be heard, such as the sound of a vacuum and some mechanical grinding.

    --When all went quiet, the three of (Boo, Bandy, and Barbados) left the house to wait outside, the fourth (Kuzma) sticking back to “talk” to Jericho. “I’m just gonna have a word with the kid… Call it a wrong place, wrong time,” he’d said. And (Bandy) eventually caught on. When he did, he made a scene of it, rushing into the home where he and (Kuzma) were at a disagreement. They fought over whether or not to let Jericho live until (Boo) put it up to a vote, which ultimately fell in (Bandy’s) favor, as (Boo) and (Barbados) cared a lot for (Bandy) even if they didn’t agree with every shot he called.

    --Jericho got snarky, however, and struck a nerve in (Kuzma). However, when (Kuzma) moved to put the hurt on Jericho, Jericho made a damn good show of his ability to defend himself. Before things got out of hand, Barbados took control of the situation.

    --They were gone then, the four strangers, and Jericho was left alone. Alexsei never came out of his study again. When, later, police got involved, Jericho was questioned but couldn’t be held accountable for a grown man going missing due to a lack of evidence against him.

    --Jericho’s time at the Stepanov household came to an end.

    Bandy grants Jericho his wings: 2020, March 10th
    --No longer were his days of bouncing from home to home as a prisoner of the city’s residential services, for Jericho had come of age and been granted his freedom. It took some time—it took some struggle—but he had managed to find work as a clerk at a musical instrument and equipment store, and things had been looking up.

    --On this unfortunate day, Jericho’s workplace was bought out and all of the employees were let go. Replaced. He stopped by a gas station on the way back to his apartment where he fell witness to a car crashing through the building. Not just one, but two.

    --From the first vehicle, a terrified man scrambled out of the passenger’s side; a calm and collected man, suited and armed, stepped out from the driver’s. At the same time, two men exited the vehicle that had come second. Two men whom Jericho had met before, (Bandy and Kuzma).

    --Before long, Bandy and Kuzma subdued the sophisticated-looking man and captured the other. Everyone who had been in the gas station before that was gone, employees and customers alike, for fear of being dragged into obvious gang violence.

    --When Kuzma went around the clerk's counter to casually swipe all of the cash in the register before they were going to leave and finish their work—“Might as well~ It’s already there,” he’d said—that’s when he found Jericho. Immediate recognition. How can you forget skin that bright? And those horns- or horn.

    --Bandy and Kuzma talked to Jericho then, with Kuzma eager to put the hurt on the boy that he’d once been denied the opportunity of doing. But Bandy; he was more interested in who Jericho was, so he got personal. Time was of the essence. “It’s a silly games fate plays, kid,” Bandy had said, intrigued by the nature of their second, unlikely encounter.

    --When, finally, the offer was made for Jericho to join the Phoenixes, after hearing a bit about Jericho's day, Bandy told Jericho: "Alls ya gotta do kick this guys ass," and pointed at Kuzma, "And make it quick. 'Fore the cops get here." Following that, Bandy and Jericho loaded the now-unconscious Kuzma and their Target™️ up into the vehicle Bandy had arrived in and made off.

    RELATIONSHIPS
    bandy ✨
    boo ✨
    barbados ✨
    callista ✨
    teddie ✨ (friends to lovers to enemies) (they met when jericho was 13 and teddie was 14. friends for a year, then they dated (jericho was 14, teddie was 15). broke up after being together for a little over a year and have been enemies ever since)
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    NO NAME
    NONA-ME
    LEGAL NAME
    Nona-me Gregor
    AGE & BIRTH
    22 (Sept 27, 2000)
    ALIAS
    No Name
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'10" (177.8 cm) | 158 lb (72kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2020
    REPUTATION
    Neighborhood Witch
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Nona-me has an upside-down triangle shaped body with her upper body being decently muscular, making her 158lbs at 5'10. Her skin is rather dark and her eyes and curly hair match in color, though her hair has an extra pop of silver.

    She likes to wear hippie gothic clothes, the style making up most of her wardrobe due to the comfort and aesthetic. She has an affinity for the stars, which pattern a good chunk of her clothes.
    PERSONALITY
    Nona-me would never hurt a fly. A human being, however, is another story.

    She has other things to do, though, such as ponder over the concept and causes of death itself or contemplate the traditional folktales that stick to her mind like glue. Perhaps she'll even bring up her admiration for fellow HPs.

    Ultimately, however, what she enjoys most is learning about anything at all.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Nona-me was born as all little girls are. Embraced in the arms of the world, at its complete mercy.

    And, as all little girls should, she explored every inch of the Eastern forest she was born in. She experimented with everything, discovering her potential while making the world’s nastiest mud smoothie.

    Sometimes, as her father busied himself outside of the home, her mother would take Nona-me and her brother to the brightly lit city to see the decorated oriental buildings. Awe was always reflected by the lights shining on her eyes. Occasionally on their tour, they’d see other people just like her, those with significant potential. And, just like all healthy little girls did, she wished to be with her kin.

    One day, as she helped her father log, a simple question passed her lips. She was given a stick, a carving knife, and a warm smile. Time passed and, soon, she had the world’s smallest axe and a newfound friend. An object that would keep her company the rest of her life.



    Days passed since Nona-me’s birth. She, as the lucky girls do, aged. Her appreciation for the world evolved as she did, unlike the axe she held, which was almost static in an evermoving world.

    Just like all little girls, she extended a hand to the world and, luckily, was extended one in return. She gave her motivation and she was given a degree. She gave her heart and she was given the stars. She gave her potential, and she was given a spot in the Dragons.

    Now more often surrounded by the lights she admired when she was young and the people she’d call her flesh and blood, she only hoped it’d last forever.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • POLICE
    RHAPSODY
    SEBASTIAN SE
    LEGAL NAME
    Sebastian Se
    AGE & BIRTH
    22 (June 9th, 2000)
    ALIAS
    Rhapsody
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'11" (180 cm) | 165lbs (75kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Prosecutor of the NOPD
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2018
    REPUTATION
    Zealous, soft police officer
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Sebastian is a man with dark green hair that has been carefully messed up with hair product. He wears a thin layer of makeup to accentuate his features, and he has a tongue piercing that he likes to show off to make himself look more "attuned with the punks". He has sea-green eyes. When he is off-duty, he wears a white jacket with a hood. Despite being tall-ish, the way he stands makes him feel a bit shorter than he actually is.

    Sebastian does own clothing for when he is exclusively working as an officer (often to fill in shifts that people need him to cover) or as a prosecutor (usually in the courtroom). Otherwise, he wears a button-up shirt, tie, standard police trousers and shoes, and a jacket with the New Oasis Police Department insignia on the sleeve.
    PERSONALITY
    Sebastian is a soft-spoken but outgoing man who hangs onto virtuous ideals of peace, prosperity, and order. Although this is quite in line with the Dragon way of thinking, Sebastian believes that the government should be the ones wielding this power. He works his job with zeal and propriety, with the naive hope that New Oasis could still be saved.

    As a serial killer, he retains his soft-spoken nature, although he dons a sadistic teasing tone. He has an aptitude for empathy, which makes killing people all the more thrilling to him. Towards a select few of his victims he will spare their lives in admiration of them. Sebastian has reconciled with the fact that his morals have been corrupted by his serial killing side hustle and does not bother with trying to spin it to be morally right.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Sebastian grew up surrounded by the manufactured utopia of the East District. While he basked in its glory, he also distinctively knew that this sort of peace should've been enforced by the police, not by the gangs.

    During high school, Sebastian studied law as a hobby, finding interest in the dichotomy of what Amestria believes is right or wrong and how they punish criminals compared to the Dragons. This experience proved useful when he was forced to defend himself pro se in court after being accused of killing someone. The evidence was shaky at best, and there was nothing pinning Sebastian to the crime. And so, expectedly, Sebastian was acquitted of all charges.

    After the trial, Sebastian realized that if he was tried by the Dragons, he would've simply been killed on the spot. The police and the justice system was simply more fair for Sebastian. And so, when he graduated high school, he immediately enrolled into the police academy, and after graduating, immediately enrolled into the police force.

    But around this time, Sebastian also decided to try his luck at the bar exam, as he had studied so much law in his free time that he often knew the law as well as defense attorneys. Although he had some obvious gaps in knowledge that the bar exam exposed, Sebastian was still able to eek by and get certified to be a prosecutor of the state. The city also negotiated with the police department to allow Sebastian a special position as both a police officer and a state attorney.

    And that's how Sebastian got to where he was. A slightly odd prosecutor who accompanied officers to crime scenes, who fought for justice with propriety and a naive hope that New Oasis could still be saved from the effects of the gang. Granted, he was a bit weird in that he often ate dinner at West District casinos (which wasn't illegal since he wasn't gambling) and every-so-often visited brothels in the East (which was definitely illegal), but that was about all the public knew.

    But that's not quite all of the story.

    The murder that Sebastian had been accused of in high school that he got acquitted for? Well, the truth was, he had done the crime. Sebastian had reveled in the power that murder provided, and so he became responsible for a string of serial murders. Even while working as a prosecutor, he will sate his thirst for blood by killing in his spare time. The police are aware of a string of murders, but they have yet to connect them to Sebastian.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Julian Midgley: One day, when Sebastian was doing a particularly messy murder, Julian came across the scene of the crime. Getting his silence through murder didn't work due to Sebastian's immediate respect for Julian, so he instead bribed his silence through food. Sebastian appreciates whenever Julian goes along with Sebastian whenever Sebastian goes to commit murder. That along with going out for food every so often caused Sebastian to gain a markedly solid impression of Julian. But whenever Sebastian stared into Julian's alluring and mysterious arctic eyes, whenever Julian made physical contact and caused Sebastian's heart to skip a beat, or whenever Sebastian had an urge to brush a rogue strand of Julian's hair over his ear, Sebastian was seeing Julian as more than just a friend. He just hasn't acknowledged or confessed those feelings yet

    Mizra Kartal: Sebastian is one of Mizra's customers at the Eternal Night Palace, often stopping by every few weeks or so.

    Eric Evensen: Sebastian is annoyed at the lackadaisical approach to policing, believing that Eric should be a better role model. However, he does respect Eric as a superior and enjoys spending time with him in the break room. In the evenings, he will go out with Eric for a drink at the bar, and often will play Valorant with him late into the night.

    Guinevere Blank: They were students in the police academy. Sebastian has a small bit of fear for Guin, as he believes that she will be the one to solve Sebastian's string of murders
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    The Princess Brute
    JESSAMINE DARKNESS
    LEGAL NAME
    Jessamine Magdalene Loveless
    AGE & BIRTH
    19 (July 25, 2003)
    ALIAS
    The Princess Brute; Jessamine Darkness
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'0" (152 cm) | 92.5 lb (42 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    A delicate scion of a grand family, and no more, no less.
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    A very slight young woman. Her diminutive height and build often has her be correctly pegged as, probably, the youngest of the more notable members of the Dragons. With a head of remarkably bright auburn hair, her grass-green eyes, and a penchant for neat suits and practical evening dresses, she easily displays her rich and proper upbringing. She sports freckles across her face, furthering her youthful appearance.

    Under her suits and dresses, she has rather lean musculature, and it surprises quite a few to see such a small being possess sucb toned abs. That said, she isn't one to bare much skin in the first place, so that information is more or less reserved for those who are particularly close to her.
    PERSONALITY
    Jessamine Magdalene Loveless presents herself as a demure and polite young woman, her words conveying grace and pomp of a lady raised well. She is fully capable of handling herself in social events in the capacity of an heiress to her family's estate. She has a marked interest in economics and management, copes quite well when mingling with others, and, if she were to be quite humble about it, plays the violin rather wonderfully.

    This is all a tempered facade, if one can call it that. Underneath the wan, impenetrable smile and delicate words lies a crass, rude, and ornery barbarian. Kept under wraps, this side of hers has as much of an excellent command of the common tongue as her usual side, except now, her vocabulary is as filled with profanities as it is punctuation, if not more. Her simplicity in violence can even be considered an artform – no flashy tricks, no showboating, just simple, direct violence.

    She is quite aware of her diminutive stature, and while it irks her to no end that she cannot grow further, she is wise enough to use it to her own ends. After all, who could resist her innocent, baby doll eyes when she was pouting? Not a lot of men or women, she can tell as much. That said, she would rather opt for breaking bones first before she resorted to talking or pouting, but alas, her position and her family were paramount, taking precedence over her own wants, leading her to utilise her other gifts first.

    Her allies and enemies need not worry too much about facing the brute that lay within for the time being, but a cornered bear is not likely to take survivors. So push lightly, and do not shove.

    Jessamine is not one to care about alliances or loyalties. They are secondary. Be it Dragons, Serpents, Phoenixes, or Tigers, her qualifications of who to apply judicious amounts of violence towards if needs must are simply 'If they get in my way, I'll fucking grind their femurs to dust and force feed it down their fucking throats.'
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Perhaps some warlord from a bygone era had irked the gods that presided over this existence so much that they had chosen to place his soul within the body of a tiny waif like Jessamine's. That was the general theory behind the girl's penchant for ruthless and merciless bodily harm. Her father certainly thought so, when her first act as she was born was to bite into his finger, hard.

    She was barely into her teenage years before she became affiliated with a group of young wannabe thugs, primarily for their violent nature. They weren't an organised gang, just a bunch of disorderly kids who went around beating up anyone who looked at them wrong. They had the misfortune of accosting Jessamine during one of the rare occasions she decided to take a walk home by herself. After their encounter with her, she was reported to have been seen in their company, and worse, she was in their company as their leader. From there, she gathered her own small gang of rowdy youths. Completely out of the control and purview of the bigger fish that swam in the waters that was New Oasis, the youngsters had a small piece of the world to themselves.

    Then they just disappeared. The leadership separated, broke apart. They were all growing up. The stupid kids grew up. Jessamine was one of the first to go, having realised that playing at gangs was severely unbecoming of her, especially at her age. Soon, the rest of the gang saw as she did, and drifted apart, each one pursuing their own goals.

    Just as she was talented in violence, she was similarly gifted in academics. She claimed it was a result of simple hard work, but to go from a nuisance to a student majoring in marketing management in NOCU is no small feat. Deciding to leave the part of her that called her to shatter and grind and crush any of those who stood in her way, she threw herself into her studies.

    It wouldn't help. The fates, it seemed, had other ideas for her. A chance encounter with an old acquaintance dragged her once more into the breach of gangs and crime. Her timely rescue of their life at the hands of opposing gangs brought her into the ranks of the Azure Dragons. While she was reluctant at first, she found it to be quite a time-killer. She supposed that assisting with the Dragons would be quite the hobby, and settled in with the gang, under the pseudonym of Jessamine Darkness. A terribly unoriginal name, but Jessamine was not too bothered by it.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Rosario Germaine Loveless: Father. A very beautiful man, so to speak. The current chief executive of a luxury fashion brand marketed towards women. Though generally seen as weak-willed and henpecked, his eye for business in unparalleled and is sometimes compared to a shark in bloodied waters when he is in his element. On paper, he is unaffiliated with the Dragons.

    Cynthia Ophelia Loveless: Mother. A beautiful, but strong-willed woman, how the ingénue Rosario won her affections is beyond the beliefs of their peers. She taught Jessamine everything that she knew outside of combat, from how to carry herself, to how to play numerous instruments.

    Hifumi Bae: A friend, but if one were to see them bickering, it would seem more like an old couple going at it. She has genuine feelings for him, but keeps it in check due to his betrothal. She continues to carry a candle for him.

    Cleo Deon Silva: Her senior, and the Dragon she shadows to learn the ropes of the organisation.

    Ottilie James: A schoolmate from NOCU.

    Nona-Me Gregor:
 
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  • SCARLET PHOENIXES
    FAULT
    Musai
    LEGAL NAME
    N/A
    AGE & BIRTH
    Somewhere in his 20s (Unknown)
    ALIAS
    Fault; Musai; Mumu; Muji; Muzilla
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'0" (183 cm) | 140 lb (64 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Scarlet Phoenixes
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2018
    REPUTATION
    Homie for Hire, M.V.P (Most Valuable Part-timer)
    Home District
    South District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Mugen is brown skinned with messy, black hair that stops above his shoulders. He has a muscular but lanky build and has lip-stache and small goatee on his chin. One of Musai defining features is his eyes, with one being black and the other having cherry-red iris, with the sclarea being a dingy yellow. Musai is usually seen wearing beach shirt over a custom T-shirt and a pair of joggers. Most people will ever rarely see him wear actual shoes, preferring tow ear sandals or flip-flops instead.
    PERSONALITY
    He is fond of fighting and has a tendency to pick fights for petty reasons. Musai is extremely competitive and will take on any and all challengers to further test his skills and potential use it as a means of self-improvement for combat. However, Musai tends to be greedy. Given he grew up impoverished most of his life, he puts a high value on gain. He would arrange goals in terms of the highest profit he could gain from them and was often unwilling to involve himself in something if there was nothing to gain from it, as well as claiming that he tended to forget opponents who were not worth any money after he was done with them. Despite his materialism, Musai's loyal and is more than down to back up those within in the gang or those he likes in general.

    Musai never got a formal education growing up, so he tends to be fascinated by things he's never seen before which leads to him either growing a deeper appreciate for the knowledge he gains or completely renounces if it makes no sense to him as Musai is actually rather introspective, having to look at things from different perspectives through-out his life, allowing him to empathize with others easier though he'll rarely ever show it outright to prevent being manipulated by others. Musai is also cautious and patient despite his crass and brash personality. Given that he prides himself on being the best at any job given to him, he's willing to put in the time and effort to adapt his skillset to whatever needs to be done.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Musai grew in Hiraeth City and lived as an orphan on the streets for most of his childhood. Musai grew up without having his potential yet, leaving him and many other street kids at the mercy of gangs and corporations of the city in order to get by. While it gave him certain skills to use to his advantage, he was still at the bottom of the latter economically and genetically. As a result, Musai learned had form close bonds with some people while betraying others for his own survival. Under unknown circumstances, he unlocked his potential and left the city and traveled on foot to wherever his feet could take him. Little to none of his friends know where he was and how he survived the harsh environments.

    During this trek Musai has visited several other cities and towns as vagabond and resulted to thievery, murder, and unintentional arson in an attempt to survive while also branding himself as a known and wanted criminal, being wanted in several areas as a result. Musai would eventually come across a woman he referred to as the "Glass Lady". Though unclear of the specifics of their meeting, Musai began to learn basic education from the Glass Lady, from reading, and writing, and counting, and began to develop his own taste in other things such as music, dance, movies, and art. She even trained Musai as to gain a better grasp on his potential as Musai either neglected to use it or used it on accident, which resulted in very deadly aftermaths. Sometime later, he found himself in New Oasis and once he got acquainted to how things operated within the city, he opted to join the Scarlet Phoenixes as another means to his own survival. However, what started out as a means to an end became a new way to live for Musai as he became attached to the bond the Scarlet Phoenixes upheld. While the gang life wasn't new to Musai, the idea of family was, and he'd be lying to himself he didn't find comfort and belonging within it.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    PETER GRIFFIN FAMILY GUY VOICED BY HOMER J SIMPSON AS POOCHIE
    TAR TUCKER
    LEGAL NAME
    Teddie Tucker
    AGE & BIRTH
    22 (November 27, 1999)
    ALIAS
    Tar
    GENDER
    Non-binary, he/they
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    ~5'6" (167 cm) | 330.7 lb (150 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    December 28, 2014
    REPUTATION
    Sadist
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    In place of skin, Tar is covered in a hot tar-like substance, that drips down his body. His thick head of hair glistens, also affected by his potential. His facial features remain intact, and you can see a pair of dull green eyes and a smile between the tar. He has a strong build, but his shape is obscured by heavy clothing, as he always wears protective firefighter clothing.

    Due to his potential, he can drop his humanoid form at will, morphing his body to his liking.

    Teddie has two arms
    PERSONALITY
    Tar is an incredibly unhinged individual, driven by blood lust and a craving for that powerful feeling of dominance. They’ll kill someone for insulting them, they’ll kill someone for complimenting them, they’ll kill someone for minding their own business. They’ll kill a member of their own gang and laugh the whole time, though they have enough awareness to avoid targeting anyone prominent in the Serpents. Tar appears to have great admiration for the leaders, wishing he were in that position instead.

    Though Tar has a few constant obsessions in his life — his partner, his daughter, and the leaders, all of whom he is devoted towards — he is prone to fleeting obsessions too. He might end up sparing someone he’d normally kill without thinking, only so he can stalk them over the next month. Sometimes this works out in the person’s favour, other times it just means prolonged torture from the sadist. It always ends the same though, he gets bored and finds someone new. On the topic of his family though, Tar would never harm his partner or child, they get only loving treatment from him, a side most couldn’t dream of him having.

    Tar can often be found sitting in a dark corner of the dingiest bars in the city, like a lion in the grass waiting for the opportune time to strike. He can also be seen playing pool or poker, often being over-confident in his skills, and also enjoys watching, and occasionally participating in street fights. He is a drug user like many in the district, but he is especially hooked on the Potential Steroids the gang specializes in.

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    (CW: Mention of suicide, drug abuse, and child murder)
    November 27, 1999 -
    If Tar had come from a family with higher standing in society, their birth might’ve garnered more attention. A messy birth — messier than usual — on a stained mattress in North District produced a very messy baby. Neither their parents nor their siblings anticipated the mass of tar that wriggled and cried like normal, but they were part of the family now.

    2006-2013 - Though loved by their 4 siblings (Petra, James, Iris, and Byrne), Tar didn’t have a happy home life. Things were going alright at the point of Tar’s birth, but their parents fell on hard times, becoming abusive and neglectful. Both parents’ drink and drug habits left the family with little money to spend on essentials, and one day his mother was found dead on the kitchen floor after an overdose.

    Not long after that, his father left home as well. His body was dredged from a river months later, but all Tar and their siblings knew were that he wasn’t coming back.

    After the loss of their parents, Tar’s 3 elder siblings (Petra, James, and Iris) became head of the house. Being in their teens, they could’ve gotten jobs, but they didn’t need to. They already had jobs, as leaders of the Tucker Gang, named after themselves. Though they had kept details of their “job” secret from their younger siblings and parents, their small house now became a hive of activity for local youths in this “gang”.

    Tar was initiated into the gang before he hit double digits, with his strength as an HP being an obvious asset despite lacking in maturity. They terrorized their neighbourhood for several years.

    2014-2018 - The Tucker Gang were doing quite well for themselves in their little pond, but soon their progress came to a halt after a visit from the Sable Serpents. Of course, everyone in the gang knew who the Serpents were, and Tar was no exception. He idolized the big fish in the North and strived to make the Tucker Gang like them, so he was elated when the family was told to merge into them or suffer the consequences.

    Opinions were split. Tar, Petra, and James agreed to merge, knowing that they had little choice anyway. Iris, on the other hand, rejected the merge and left with her supporters to continue the Tucker Gang.

    It might’ve seemed like that was that, Tar was a Serpent now and his sister was not, but his new superiors had one job for him first. Destroy the Tucker Gang. Tar was hesitant, after all, Iris was family, but once he entered the Tucker Gang’s new property, high on stimulants and potential-enhancing drugs, there was no stopping him. When he was finished, the property was burned to the ground. The dismembered corpses of not just Iris, but his younger brother Byrne, and many of his old friends littered the charred earth.

    Tar fit in quickly, becoming feared for his bloodthirsty nature, prone to drug-fuelled rages against friend and foe alike.

    2019 - Someone on the street caught Tar’s attention as he drove one night, a scantily clad prostitute shivering in the rain, staring him down. This was Eliza Tucker, formerly a more dignified brothel worker in the East District, forced to flee due to her violent tendencies. Her past or profession didn’t matter to Tar, he was infatuated with her, and soon, she warmed up to him too. Eliza joined the Serpents that same year.

    July 31, 2020 - After almost a year together, Tar and Eliza welcomed their first child, a girl named Carlisle Tucker. They are far from being good parents, but they agreed to do everything they could for their child.

    Present - Tar remains a respected and feared veteran of the Serpents today. Eliza recently took leave from the gang, after finding out she is pregnant with a second child. They bought a house in a quiet area just outside of the city, to offer their child privacy, though Tar often stays in the city for days or weeks at a time, due to them being more involved in the gang.
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  • POLICE
    THE MIKO
    IORI, TATSUO
    LEGAL NAME
    Tatsuo Iori
    AGE & BIRTH
    25 (August 6th, 1996)
    ALIAS
    The Miko
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'6 (167.6 cm) | 121 lbs (55 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    NOPD Chaplain
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2020
    REPUTATION
    Just being around her soothes the soul.
    Home District
    Central District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Tatsuo is a composed and elegant lady, maintaining a quiet presence unless directly spoken to. Her long black hair, shiny smooth, practically floats behind her as she walks. Other than that, her image is pretty simple. She is usually seen in her miko attire, sometimes sporting a red ribbon on the back of her head.
    PERSONALITY
    Tatsuo is a tranquil and gentle soul, wielding a soft and comforting cadence demeanor. She's a kind presence amid others, and is always more than willing to help or hear others out. Tatsuo never judges nor thinks ill of people, leaving their ultimate fates for the millions of kami to decide; whether they're benevolent or malicious. She's had unyielding patience as a result. Her priorities always lie with saving others, even if they're wicked individuals, though she will not hesitate to protect herself and her friends. Tatsuo firmly believes the law and the police will help uphold things in the end, and has done her best to follow things by the book.

    The only time Tatsuo will show a hint of displeasure would be if you lacked simple respect within her shrine...

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Tatsuo perked up, and before her was the bright orange kitsune. It stared at her motionlessly, digging its gaze into the girl. Even through the dark of night, Tatsuo somehow understood what it wanted: for her to follow. As it hopped through the bush it came from, she did as well.

    The trail was pitch black, and every step she took barefoot made a repulsive squish between her toes. But she faithfully followed the kitsune, and she ended up in a place that wasn't anywhere like the East District. A bright lavender hue set in, and she walked a dry, dirt road beneath hundreds of enormous torii gates. With nowhere else to go, Tatsuo followed the kitsune through the path. Halfway through, thousands of white orbs swirled around as if to eye her. At the final torii gate, a vast expanse of peace and conviction entered her mind.

    Tatsuo went limp, floating in the air in a lying-down position. The orb spread out, and it was as if she were adrift in space.

    Then her eyes fluttered open, and the morning sun peeked through her window. She was in her bedroom... yet still floating, and still with the swarm of orbs surrounding her. Her father walked in after hearing a commotion, blanching at the sight. He believed then and there that his daughter was blessed by the kami.

    Of course, that wasn't true—a manifestation of her Potential was all it was, but that didn't matter to Tatsuo's father or herself. For a family devoted to Isonism (ee-so-nism) (equivalent of Shintoism), they were more than willing to see it as the former.

    Tatsuo lived in a quiet residence with her family. Together, they ran a shrine that all sorts attended—some people more special than others (as she learned later, were the Azure Dragons), she noticed. Her father talked to her about the ideal life they lived; how peaceful it was, and that the peace was what every society should strive for.

    Within their community, Tatsuo's father and the Katsuras' got along particularly well. As such, the three naturally grew up close together, forming a bond that seemingly wouldn't fold in a lifetime. But whereas the Katsuras' father was a proud Dragon, Iori's was known for his tranquil complacency—a civilian loyal to the Dragons solely for the peace they upheld. Tatsuo herself believed the Dragons to be virtuous guardians, doing things by the book and ultimately fair to all.

    She never did like violence.

    In her teens, Tatsuo became a full-fledged shrine-maiden, and would even go on to assist the Dragons whenever she could, be it through boosting them with her kami or offering menial support. None of it anything serious, but it was to a point where she may as well have been considered one of them. So when she received an invitation alongside Kanna and Kasumi, the outcome seemed obvious.

    In honor of the would-be acceptance, the twins invited her alongside an impromptu Dragon assignment, so she could get a taste of what was to come.

    A taste that spoiled the ideal image of the Dragons she'd fed herself. She learned firsthand that day exactly how the Dragons keep the peace. She watched her lifelong friend, Kanna, murder in the name of said peace.

    What good was peace, if it was enforced through violence? She posed that question to the twins. To her father. Peace is always the result of hard, hard work; that was all the answer he gave with a resigned look on his face. The law of the Dragons was not to be questioned.

    Tatsuo left the invitation where she found it, and never touched it again.

    While the Katsuras dug themselves further into the Dragons' notoriety, Tatsuo split away from her home and all she knew. She left the east, seeking the peace she dreamed of elsewhere. She still kept in touch with her family, but made it clear she would not return.

    She found it in the Central District Police Department. Now, the people in the district lived lives far different from what she knew in the east. Things were not perfect. The idea of crime was ever apparent. But if there was anything, it was that (most of) the citizens were thankful to the police. The police, though understaffed and underpowered in face of the four surrounding gangs, made it their mission to fight for what was right.

    For Tatsuo, that was what mattered most.

    She enrolled in a police academy, wanting nothing more than to help. In 2020, she enlisted in the force, becoming the police chaplain. Assigned to provide emotional, moral, and spiritual support, Tatsuo set up a small but beautiful shrine beside the CDPD headquarters. It has become her sanctuary, and anyone is welcome to stop by. She has stuck around up to now, and maintains this new shrine daily.

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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    URUMI
    KEITH SULLIVAN
    LEGAL NAME
    Keith Carlin Sullivan
    AGE & BIRTH
    20 (May 24, 2002)
    ALIAS
    Urumi
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'8" (172 cm) |150lb (68 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    Late 2021
    REPUTATION
    Looking out for himself
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    A young boy with crimson hair and cherry eyes, only noteworthy thing is that he always wears gloves and long sleeves even during the summer.
    PERSONALITY
    Keith could be best described as a damaged soul, hurting badly from grief and survivor's guilt, yet slowly starting to move on and heal.

    Keith is overall pretty shy and gloomy, having a hard time seeing the positive side of things, but his behavior can change quickly as he's easily influenced by other people's words. He's a terrible conversationalist, always failing to continue coming up with things to say on a certain topic for an extended period of time, although on the other hand he's a great listener, having no issue hearing what people have to say even if it lasts for hours.

    He prioritizes self-preservation above all else, believing that joining and sticking to the Azure Dragons to be the best choice in order to survive this cruel world which took everything from him, and even if he may disagree with the gang's more unsavory ideologies or actions, is willing to execute any order he might be given in order to stay on the gang's good side.

    Keith also possesses a deep hatred for the Sable Serpents, the chaotic gang being the culprit for the loss of his entire family, and sincerely believes that showing any sort of mercy to a serpent is not only irrational, but also straight up doing a disservice to the city.

    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Keith Carlin Sullivan was born in Maclim, a small city far away in Northern Amestria, and was the younger son in a happy family of four.

    Aside from the fact that he was born an HP, Keith was very much a normal kid who lived a happy, normal life, pretty much devoid from all the dangers and chaos known to take place in the larger cities. He had regular grades across the board and, while somewhat shy, had a good friends. Life was good for Keith, and part of him wished he could stay the rest of his days enjoying this peace and tranquility, sometimes he even wished he was an NP like the majority of his friends around, having a great dislike for the unnatural red pigmentation of his arms that made him stick out like a sore thumb.

    However, life is a rollercoaster full of unexpected twists and turns, and such was the case when he was fifteen years old. His mother found herself having to move the entire family to New Oasis City because of a permanent relocation of her workplace. Keith had mixed feelings about the prospect, on one hand, it was deeply painful to leave the place he's known his entire life, and the friends he made over there, but at the same time, it was exciting, and the idea of living in a big city made his imagination go crazy, the latter sentiment being far more prominent in the rest of his family.

    The Sullivan family moved to East District, where they lived a relatively calm way for the most part for three years. But once again, fate decided that great change ought to happen once again, but this turned would be far more grim and dark. Visiting North District on an unassuming sunday, the Sullivan family was intercepted by a group of Sable Serpents, the criminals in question were on a mission to find new people to turn into test subjects, and the family had become their target. Keiths parents were killed on the spot, a consequence of their resistance, underestimating the true ruthlesness of the gangsters as they attempted to protect their sons. The two boys were taken against their will after a brutal beatdown, but Keith was able to escape their grasp thanks to his HP nature and useful ability, still, he was unable to save his brother, the serpents taking him away after realizing that Keith was not worth the effort.

    Filled with intense pain, Keith struggled for survival, as the city turned out to be far less kind to him as his parents were gone. He had no family, no friends, and no relatives within the country that could take him in. Eventually, he had lost absolutely everything. He was going to die in this city, but if that was the case, then he might as well go out in a blaze of glory. He went on a mission to take revenge for all that was taken from him, doing vigilante work by hunting down serpents. But somehow, death eluded him, he was better at violence than he could have ever expected. Before he knew it, a letter reached him, the Azure Dragons having taken an interest on his actions. This was the third, and to this day, final twist of fate in Keith's life, he had a revelation. The Azure Dragons were his opportunity for survival, he would not have to rely on himself anymore. Not only he would be able to survive, but perhaps even thrives, and if he was lucky, he could even satisfy his desire for revenge.
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    TAK
    Shishido Takakazu
    LEGAL NAME
    Shishido Takakazu
    AGE & BIRTH
    22 (Septemer 17, 2001)
    ALIAS
    Tak
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'11" (180 cm) | 181lbs (82 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2020
    REPUTATION
    Idiosyncratic, Rowdy
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    A fairly new member of the Albino Tigers who has yet to make a name for himself. He goes through life one day at a time, not putting much thought into the future and acting on his desires and dreams of success. Despite his broad ambitions and ability to throw caution into the wind, his terrible luck and lack of ability to properly plan things out have kept him from being anything but a goon, despite his strength and skills.
    PERSONALITY
    Loud, brash, and incredibly brutish, Takakazu is a thug through and through. He's quick to use his fists to solve any situation that crosses his path, and speaks without a filter no matter the situation. Despite looking tough and carrying himself like a stone-cold character, anybody who's actually interacted with the runt knows how truly eccentric he is. Prone to over-the-top reactions to things he finds interesting or bizarre, going on total tangents out of nowhere and immediately becoming a kiss ass when in front of his superiors is just a couple signs of his spontaneity. Of course, as a Albino Tiger, the man craves wealth and power above all else and willing to put his life on the line to work for it, but no matter how desperate he is for money he still upholds his own personal values and lines he won't cross. He's against harming those who can't defend themselves, and is hesitant to do anything he knows could end up with people losing lives. Even in his money hungry desires, he can't stomach taking away from those who need it.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Takakazu doesn’t come from a fascinating background. He was raised by a single mother who spent all her time at work, leaving her young son to fend for himself. A lifestyle that eventually led him to the streets. He walked around as a young child seeing the gaudy lifestyles of all people around him. The brilliant lights and rich neon sights dotted his life. Yet surrounded by such a mass of wealth, he had none. It instilled a hatred for his lifestyle and a distaste for those above him. Barely 12 years old, he was already picking fights with adults, most battles which would lead to him getting beaten into a pulp.

    He never gave up his desire to move up the social ladder despite constantly getting laid out. He was desperate to be more than just a broke kid. Yet, he didn’t wanna get there by just running around and nicking change. Part of him just wanted the satisfaction of surpassing someone better than him. He didn’t make any progress and continued making enemies with people who saw him as no more than an annoying brat, gaining the name of “Roach” for his ability to continuously come back without being squashed.

    He didn’t finally get his chance to show his worth until he was 16, and his latent abilities awoke. Takakazu was not an ordinary man; he had a special gift. After once again getting beaten by an experienced adult, he found himself lying on a pile of trash, bleeding from his head as his consciousness faded. Suddenly, he became aware of his beating heart as he felt it throb in his chest, but as he listened closer, it began to sound different. It wasn’t beating. More precisely, it was revving as if one pushed down the gas pedal. His fists clenched at his sides as he rose back to his feet, smoke coming from his mouth and ears.

    His fist soared through the air, delivering a punch that sent his opponent flying toward the wall.

    For the first time in his life, he gained a victory.

    High off the feeling of his new powers, Takakazu took off running, quickly targeting people who looked like they could be carrying suitable amounts of cash. Shakedowns became his primary income throughout the years. But, quickly, he realized that he wouldn’t get anywhere walking around and beating people up for money. He looked up towards the massive buildings. He wanted to stand on top of them.

    He knew exactly what he needed to do. He didn’t hesitate to go forward and figure out how to join the Albino Tigers. He put all his money forward to join the infamous gang, confident they would recognize his worth and he’d be on the top in no time!

    A year later, Takakazu finds himself far from his ambitions. He lives in a messy, run-down apartment with barely enough money to pay for food. Working the occasional job for the Albino Tigers, he’s nothing more than a goon. Even when he gets a big break on pay, he gambles it all away at the casinos.

    Living his life as nothing more than a hired hand with the Albino Tigers name nothing but a thing for show, Takakazu wonders why he even took this life in the first place. Far too deep to give up, he continues to live day by day, the ambitious dreams he had of the past still in the back of his mind.

    One day, surely, he’ll be able to prove himself.

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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    GHILLIE
    HIACHI ITO
    LEGAL NAME
    Hiachi Ito
    AGE & BIRTH
    19 (August 4th, 2002)
    ALIAS
    Ghillie
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5’4 ft. (162.56 cm) | 135 lbs (61 kgs)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    April 1, 2021
    REPUTATION
    pathetic little mouse
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Hiachi has a black-haired bob that tapers in length at the back of her head and messy bangs. Her eyes are dark grey and look almost lifeless. Her skin is fair, and the texture is rough and dry. The bags under her eyes are heavy and dark. Her nose is flat, and she has semi-prominent cheekbones. Her overall face is round and short.

    Hiachi has an average height. Her legs and arms are on the thinner side, but she has gained weight over the years because her diet has been instant ramen alone for three years. She is deficient in at least half of the necessary nutrients she needs to live.

    Hiachi looks generally unkempt because she doesn’t feel motivated to take care of herself.
    PERSONALITY
    Hiachi grew up as a shy kid—and not in an endearing way, either. She never liked approaching people, and she loathed being forced through a one-sided conversation. She was awkward, and that drove a lot of people away from her. As she got older, she got better at saving face, but she still tends to be very monotone—unless she’s in a highly emotional state, in which she will shake like an old dog you left out in a thunderstorm.

    Hiachi has always preferred to do things alone. She’s not averse to working with others, but her main life goal is to be able to support herself without being indebted to anyone. She’s developed a wide variety of basic skills over the years, such as basic plumbing, electrical wiring, carpentry; as well as some entertainment ones, like up-close magic tricks and juggling. She doesn’t like to rely on anything other than herself.

    Despite being generally depressed and having very low self-esteem, she has an iron will to stay alive. It’s mostly out of spite, but at her core she has a genuine desire to become more than what she is.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Hiachi grew up in a crowded household. Being the second youngest child out of five siblings didn’t make things any easier for her. Her parents were busy middle class parents, so they put most of their focus on looking after the baby of the family—who needed a lot of attention, considering the youngest Ito sister had developed Postural tachycardia syndrome (PoTS) when she was four. Hiachi was raised mostly by her older brothers. They were incredibly annoying, but did care for her deep down. Her oldest brother is currently a plastic surgeon, the second oldest is a musical producer, and her youngest brother is an assistant manager at a car company. All of them have always been very talented in their fields of work. Even though she was raised in the shadow of her brothers’ accomplishments, Hiachi never really worried about her future. She had always been fine with being a mediocre kid with her own unique range of hobbies.

    As Hiachi got older, she started conflicting with her parents. As their only able-bodied daughter, they had very specific ideas about how she should live her life. They wanted her to get a high-paying job, marry a wealthy man of status, elevate the family in ways that the boys of the family were not expected to. It wasn’t just her future, either; they wanted her to dress elegantly, have more feminine hobbies, and do better in school. Hiachi, as a girl who was determined to stand on her own two feet ever since she was a toddler, did not like this. Daily comments about her lifestyle turned to arguments, and to full-blown fights at an exponential rate. On the day of Hiachi’s seventeenth birthday, she decided she was fed up with the constant fighting and moved herself out.

    For three years, Hiachi did decently for herself. She managed to keep a roof over her head and keep herself from starving to death all while furthering her education at a local community college. However, a parasite started to grow in the pit of Hiachi’s mind. This wasn’t nearly enough for her. If her parents saw her now, they would turn their heads and laugh. She wanted everything they wanted for her—but on her own terms. The perfect rebirth.

    Hiachi took a few days out of summer vacation to stroll around the West District. She had originally done it to inspire herself with the high-class lifestyle, but the trip was going to change her life forever. After being coaxed into a casino by a suspiciously smooth-talking stranger, she found her true talent—gambling.

    Only 10% of the world had potentials, and only 1% of the world had “useful” ones. Her pediatrician had found her to be a part of that 9% of useless potentials when she was a child. However, on that day, Hiachi felt like that 1%. Her eyesight was so sharp, so quick, that even for that instant that someone looked down at their cards, she could see the reflection in their eyes.

    Hiachi gambled at the Western casinos for about three months, with an impossible winning streak tailing behind her. She made more than enough money to give herself a comfortable life, but as Achilles had his heel, Hiachi had her vices—Winning gives her a rush of life that she hasn’t ever felt, and she felt no urgency to quit. She thought that as long as she had her potential, her money would only multiply.

    Unfortunately, that was far from the truth. The second the tigers caught wind of her, they gathered a team to not only shut her down, but also wring more money out of her. The tiger queen played her in a game of poker wherin she gained a two million amestriyen debt—an impossible price tag for her to match, even with her past winnings.

    Hiachi is now a lackey for the tigers, primarily working under Camila for espionage jobs. She's aware that she's working towards an impossible goal, but the fall is more lethal than the climb. The last thing she wants is to find herself at the end of a gun's barrel because of her inactivity. So she works towards a void of a future, hoping she can make something of her life before it ends.
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    FAMILY ↓
    Ito Eisyu
    Age: 60
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Hibachi Chef
    Home District: East
    Description: Eisyu is the hardworking father of the Ito family. Everyone knows him as a chef for a run-down hibachi bar. While the establishment isn’t in the best condition, he does his best to serve good food and a good performance. People generally respect him and wish for him to have a job with more prestige, but Eisyu has been long accustomed to his place in Amestria’s economy.

    He doesn’t like conflict, and especially doesn’t like disagreeing with his wife. He didn’t intervene when Hiachi and Yuukari got into the argument that ended in Hiachi leaving home. He misses his oldest daughter, but his resignation to disappointments has stood in his way of looking for her.

    Ito Yuukari
    Age: 57
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Elementary School Secretary
    Home District: East
    Description: Yuukari is the strict mother of the Ito family. Most people would recognize her as the secretary at an elementary school in the Eastern District of New Oasis. She was strict, but people remember her fondly for her dedication to the community.

    Having grown up outside of Amestria, she has very specific ideas about gender roles. While she let most of them go following her immigration, she couldn’t bring herself to let her eldest daughter defy traditional gender roles. Her husband refers to it as a “matter of pride”. Hiachi thinks it has something to do with her mother’s own desires and disappointments with her life. Either way, she wanted Hiachi to marry rich and have a “feminine” career, which didn’t happen. She would be the last person Hiachi would reach out to in a moment of need, and she’s afraid to reach out herself.

    Ito Denzou
    Age: 28
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Plastic Surgeon
    Home District: West
    Description: Denzou is Hiachi’s oldest brother. When they were younger, he used to enjoy ganging up on her with his two brothers, but as time passed he became more distant. He saw their horseplay as “childish” and wanted to separate himself from them as much as possible. He became less affectionate and emotional, and put all his focus into school. He had one girlfriend in his teens, and while their relationship was 'stable', he always kept her at arms length. Following his swift completion of medical school, he has become an aggressive germaphobe and will go as far as to refuse to touch something with his bare hands that hasn’t been disinfected in the last hour. He currently works as a plastic surgeon at a private practice in the Western District. He spends most of his time at his clinic, and takes great pride in his work; even if that means he rarely speaks with his family or friends.

    Ito Kenki
    Age: 25
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Music Producer for Our☆Dream
    Home District: West
    Description: Kenki is Hiachi’s second oldest brother. He teased her the most out of all of the Ito brothers when they were kids, and while they spent most of their time wrestling out petty arguments, they were the closest out of everyone. Hiachi would regularly listen to Kenki talk about his dreams of becoming a big name pop star, and Kenki consciously supported his sister in her pursuit of odd hobbies. Kenki now works as a producer for Our☆Dream, honing his skills as a lifelong musical virtuoso. He’s well liked for his solid work ethic and charisma at work, and people are drawn to his eccentric sense of humor. He’s not in touch with Hiachi, just like the rest of his family; but if Hiachi was forced to reconnect with them, she would want to go to him first.

    Ito Rikunori
    Age: 22
    Gender: Male
    Profession: Car Dealership Assistant Manager
    Home District: East
    Description: Rikunori is Hiachi’s youngest older brother, which makes him the most strict out of all of them. As the youngest brother, he would get ganged up on by the two oldest the most. Because of this, he took the most joy in bossing the two younger sisters around. He grew up sadistic and quick-witted, but if anyone genuinely messed with his siblings he wouldn’t hesitate to share a piece of his mind. He currently works as a customer service manager at a car dealership in the Eastern District of New Oasis.

    Ito Mareri
    Age: 16
    Gender: Female
    Profession: High School Student
    Home District: East
    Description: Mareri is the youngest Ito sibling, and the only one still living with their parents. When she was four years old, she developed cerebral palsy in her legs. She occasionally uses a wheelchair, but she pushes the amount of time she can walk on her own often. The event traumatized her parents into secluding her from the outside world. Most people think she is timid and soft-spoken, but in reality Mareri is a positive and loud person. She’s not afraid to put herself in situations that are dangerous, mainly because she doesn’t want to be seen as fragile. She takes a lot of grief about Hiachi leaving home, since she knows that if her parents saw her as capable there wouldn’t be so much pressure on Hiachi. Currently, she is a sophomore in high school.
    FRIENDS ↓
    Kang Jang-Mi
    Age: 20
    Gender: Female
    Profession: New Oasis University Student / Part-Time Cashier at Rosie’s Cottage Gift Shop
    Home District: East
    Description: One of Hiachi’s childhood friends. Has a reputation as the sweetest person alive, even though she tends to stretch the truth to make her life details seem more exciting. Hiachi and her became friends as a result of both of them being HPs at their elementary school.
    Potential: Her biology is essentially that of a plant. She is nourished via photosynthesis and has plant cells in her body. Has special routines to accommodate for her needs because of this.

    Nguyen Xuân Thy
    Age: 19
    Gender: Female
    Profession: Bartender
    Description: Hiachi’s other childhood friend. Loud and abrasive; A hardass that doesn’t take shit from anyone, but tends to go overboard when it comes to defending what she cares about. Generally considered a bad influence, and Hiachi’s mom doesn’t like her. Met each other in high school, and they stuck together because of Hiachi’s admiration of her strength.
    Potential: Thy is part scorpion—she has a scorpion tail that produces venom and small legs on her torso. Her scorpion parts molt regularly and she has a hard time staying warm.
 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    THE FOX
    Naomi Sato
    LEGAL NAME
    Fumiko Nakamura
    AGE & BIRTH
    28 (November 2nd, 1993)
    ALIAS
    The Fox/Naomi Sato
    GENDER
    Female/Gender Fluid
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    Nao: 5'8" (172 cm) 120 lb (54 kg) | Omi: 5'10'' (178cm) 160 lb (72 kg) | Noam 6'2'' (188cm) 195 lb (88kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2014
    REPUTATION
    Vain, stuck-up, unpredictable, sneaky and untrustworthy
    Home District
    North District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Naomi has two main female forms that she switches between, that she affectionately differentiates by calling "Nao" and "Omi." Nao's form is tall, lithe, and elegant. Every move she makes is premeditated with the goal of exuding elegance and class. With dark brown hair and grey eyes, she's a classic beauty. Her Omi form is a little rougher around the edges. More muscular, with raven hair and purple eyes. Her demeanor changes, and while her movements are still calculated, there's a little more freedom to be had in this form. Her main male form takes the name of Noam. A pretty boy with a soft face, his muscles are mostly for show rather than strength. He keeps his hair long and black, and has bright green eyes. He is the "freest" of the forms, seemingly uncalculated in his movements. The three forms look like they could be siblings, and those who aren't incredibly familiar with Naomi might think they are indeed separate people. Across the three forms, she has pierced ears, and a crude tattoo of a snake on her ankle from an experiment to see if tattoos traveled across different forms (they do.)
    PERSONALITY
    Naomi's personality greatly depends on what body she is inhabiting at that moment. As Nao, she's an elegant wanna-be aristocrat. She's always prim and proper, fussing over things like lighting and if the color of her dress suits her skin-tone. This is also her most put-together self, and the most serious. As Omi, she's chaotic and laid-back. She of course cares about how she appears, but she's willing to have fun with it. Omi has a bit of a fierce temper, and if someone were to piss one of her other forms off, she's likely to switch straight into Omi. As Noam, he's a bit of a party-boy. The least serious of her forms, Naomi is likely only to take his form "off the clock." He just wants to have a good time and flirt with cute men and women. All three are just facets of the girl underneath, Fumiko. They're all incredibly insecure and unsure. She isn't sure what she wants to be, so she strives to be everything she can think of. She's easily led astray by a pretty face, and easy to manipulate in all three forms.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Naomi was born into the prestigious Nakamura family, The first child between Dai Nakamura and his third wife, Aiko. A resident of the Western District, Dai wasn't a member of the Albino Tigers, but did frequent business with them. He was also an incredibly shallow man, obsessed with everything around him being the pristine picture of beauty. His first two wives were gorgeous, and the sons he had with them were handsome. But when their beauty began to fade in the slightest, he divorced them and married a younger, more beautiful woman. That was how Aiko came into his life.

    Dai was incredibly excited when Naomi was born. His first daughter, he was a doting father and spoiled her rotten. He named her Fumiko, "child of treasured beauty," and hoped that she would be just as beautiful as his wife. But as she grew older, he began to realize that her facial features were...wrong. Sure, she had his eye color, and her mother's hair, but where was the beauty that a child between the two of them should have? Dai accused Aiko of cheating, and had a DNA test done on little Fumiko when she was five. The child was 100% theirs. But why didn't she look like either parent? Tearfully, Aiko revealed her secret: Fumiko was the spitting image of her before she had her plastic surgery. Dai, disgusted, divorced Aiko and shortly after married her replacement. Little Fumiko didn't entirely understand what happened. One moment, she had a happy family with doting parents. The next, her father was cold, distant, and would only see her once a month.

    Despite his estrangement, Dai acknowledged Fumiko as his daughter, and insisted only the best for her. The best education, the best food, the best clothes. But that didn't stop the equally shallow bullies at school. They would pull her hair, call her ugly and fat, and say that her parents divorced because she was so ugly. Eventually, Fumiko began to believe them. As she got older and her father was on his fifth wife, she understood that it had really only been a matter of time before her parents divorced. But the reason they had divorced so soon, despite being so "in love," was because Fumiko was ugly. It made her a little bitter and resentful inside.

    At ten years old, Fumiko was taken to her first play. Her mother had deemed her responsible enough to sit still for three hours and not make a scene at that point. It was there that Fumiko fell in love with theater and acting. She begged her parents to let her try, and they eventually relented. Behind the scenes, Fumiko wasn't aware of Dai's initial hesitance: "Actors are the most stunningly beautiful people alive. She is not stunningly beautiful." Fumiko started with acting lessons, at which she excelled. But when she tried out for plays, she would always get the background characters, despite acting laps around those who were cast as the leads. "It's because you're ugly, Fumiko," the other little actors and actresses would tease.

    Why did that matter? Shouldn't her skill speak for itself? Fumiko would wonder, late at night when she was supposed to be sleeping. Why did everyone treat her poorly because of her looks? Sure, she was a little chubbier than most. And her face wasn't as stunningly beautiful as the ladies she would see at school and at the galas she attended. But as she got older, her view of herself got more and more twisted and warped. Losing out to the prettiest girl for the lead role for the 12th time even though she was a horrible actress, Fumiko started seeing the wealth that was beauty. And she craved it.

    Puberty was hard, watching her body change in all the ways she didn't want it to. Aiko promised Fumiko that once she was done growing, she could have all the same operations that she had. She could be beautiful, someone who could get all the roles she ever wanted. Someone who her father would be proud to have at his side. Someone that matched with the rest of her gorgeous siblings. Fumiko craved it. And one day, she started getting it. It was slow-going. Fumiko hadn't entirely realized the changes were happening until she looked in the mirror and realized her nose now looked exactly like her mother's. Her jaw was thinner. She had lost weight. At school, rumors abounded. People were saying that she had gotten plastic surgery. When she pointed out that a nose job broke your nose and left you with bruises for weeks afterwards, the kids scoffed her off. There was no way her nose naturally changed shape like that, after all.

    It all came to a head one day in class. The exact words had long since been forgotten, but one especially nasty girl had said something about Naomi thinking she was "hot shit because she got a nose job now." Naomi saw red and she snapped. With a strength she didn't know she had, she attacked the girl, pinning her to the floor and beating her to a pulp. It took several students and a teacher to pull her off. When she looked at herself later, she saw muscles that she had never worked out to get.

    She narrowly avoided being expelled, but was placed on academic probation. At school, she wasn't bullied anymore. In fact, no one really talked to her anymore. They were all too scared. She had snapped and sent another student to the hospital, who's to say they wouldn't be next? Of course, that was before Emi. Another delinquent on the verge of being expelled, Emi developed an interest in Fumiko and adopted her into her group of delinquents. It was there that Fumiko got her taste for the darker side. Drugs, violence, and freedom. She reveled in the excitement that group of friends brought her. She felt free for the first time in her life. They didn't care if she was beautiful or ugly. They were excited that she was a natural at lock-picking, and her acting skills were so good that it would often get them out of trouble. Freed from the expectations of others for the first time in her life, Fumiko was able to explore what she wanted. It was a hard question, because she wanted everything. But she was able to figure a few things out: she wasn't 100% straight, and she wasn't 100% a woman.

    She appropriately discovered her power after she turned 17. Emi had told her that she thought she would look great with pink hair. Fumiko fell asleep thinking about it, and awoke with bright, bubblegum pink hair. When she told her friend group about it, they came to the same conclusion: she was an HP. With their encouragement, Fumiko began actively working on her powers. The first time she fully transformed into another person, her friend group had a party so bombastic that Fumiko couldn't remember half of it.

    On her eighteenth birthday, Fumiko decided to come out to her father. She took an elegant form, the spitting image of a younger version of her mother. Emi came with her as emotional support, as the two had recently started dating. Fumiko strode into her father's house confident, unaware of the heartbreak that was to come. Her father didn't recognize her at first, but was ecstatic once she showed him her original form. His daughter was a human with potential. She was beautiful and gorgeous, and he gave her a tight hug at the news. He was willing to excuse the juvenile delinquency, because what else would one expect? But what he refused to accept was Emi and Fumiko's queerness. He had Emi removed from the house, and immediately pulled Fumiko out of her school. She was this way because he wasn't in her life, after all. She needed a sterner hand. Everything that was "odd" about her was because of her mother's influence, and her father would straighten her out.

    Fumiko thought that she would be happy with her father's approval. She graduated from her new high school, one where no one knew who she was. She was popular, beloved. But it all felt so...empty. She truly felt happy and free when she snuck out to hang out with Emi and the "delinquents." The didn't expect her to be perfect and pretty all the time. She was allowed to play with her form, with her gender.

    Two years into college, Dai discovered that Fumiko hadn't actually dropped her friend group. That she was still dating Emi, and doing drugs in secret. The blowup was...insane. Fumiko discovered that day that her powers couldn't get rid of injuries like bruises. They carried over to her other forms, no matter what. Locked up inside, her father gloated that he had gotten all her friends locked up for their crimes, and put into jail for a long time. Fumiko spiraled. Despite their craziness, they provided a sense of stability in her life. She wasn't allowed to talk to her mother anymore. Her father expected her to be a pretty doll, to get a good education and be a wife to some executive much older than her. Alone in her room, she played at different identities, trying to find the one that made her the happiest. That was how she found Naomi--or more accurately, Nao, Omi, and Noam.

    Once she was allowed to return to college, a sharper watch was kept on her. Who she hung out with, her study groups, her classes, her professors. Every moment of her life was controlled and micromanaged. Was this what was to become of her life? She was finally pretty, but was she happy? One day, while she was being driven back to her prison of an apartment, she noticed that the driver had forgotten to lock the doors. A bright, happy song was playing on the radio. She asked the driver to turn it up, and he obliged. She took off her seatbelt, took a deep breath, and dove out of the car. She was lucky she wasn't killed, as fast as it was going. The driver realized immediately what had happened, but Naomi ran before he could stop the car. Once she was out of sight, she took on the form of Noam. No one knew that she could transform into a man as well, so she walked straight past the driver searching for her, into her new life.

    She ran away to the Northern district, attracted by the chaos and the drugs. A place that she could be free to be herself, whatever that meant in that moment. She fell in with the Sable Serpents after being a client of them for a year. She was attracted to the delinquency, and her acting skills and shape-shifting made her an excellent spy.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Tri: The current King of the Sable Serpents. Naomi has a good relationship with him, stemming back to when he used his potentiality to save her from an OD. They aren't close, as Tri keeps her at a distance, but they work well together and have good rapport.

    Paris Alison: Naomi's boss. He's the one who tells her who to impersonate and who to spy on. They have a strict boss/employee relationship. For his sake, she tries to take her Nao form around him when she can, as he likes Nao's more serious nature.

    Damian Naomi met Damian shortly after she had joined the serpents. He had tracked her down at a party, and began asking her all kinds of questions about her powers. She was confused, but happy to demonstrate. He began popping up into her life randomly, like a bored cat, always full of questions. When she tried to ask questions back, she was met with a wall of boredom. From what she managed to gather, he had been kept locked in a dark room with no other company other than a radio. His curiosity was due to his...lack of enrichment. So she decided she'd help him experience more life. She'd invite him to parties, tea shops, go-karting. Anything that she didn't want to go alone to, essentially. She thinks that they're pretty good friends.

    Nikolai Novak: Sometimes Naomi's best friend, sometimes someone she can't stand being around. The two of them met shortly after Nikolai joined the serpents. She had heard word that a fashion designer had joined the gang, and he had heard word that there was a person who could shape-shift into any form. He offered Naomi a job as a model, and she gladly accepted. She loves modeling for him, even if their relationship can be a little hot and cold. At times, they're the closest of friends, able to tell each other anything. At other times, well, they avoid each other. In the beginning their relationship was pretty volatile, but over the years they've learned what sets each other off and what their own limits for the other's behaviors are.
 

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  • SCARLET PHOENIXES
    KINRYŪ
    DAIGO ASANUMA
    LEGAL NAME
    Daigo Asanuma
    AGE & BIRTH
    18 (March 15, 2004)
    ALIAS
    Kinryū
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'00" (182.88 cm) | 185 lb (84 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Soon to join the Scarlet Phoenixes
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    Reckless, Hothead, Protector
    Home District
    South District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    A young man standing at 6 foot height, and with noticeable golden locks, Daigo sports a lanky but fair build. He often wears simple clothing that isn't flashy or decorative in any way as he doesn't find the appeal in such things. Perhaps his most notable feature is his steely blue eyes that feel as though they can pierce into one's soul, as he has a habit of viewing those he doesn't trust with a powerful gaze that conveys all the words he needs.
    PERSONALITY
    Around those he knows and trusts, Daigo is the definition of laid back as he is easygoing and very friendly. He can always find something to chat about, or otherwise do, with people he takes a liking to and ultimately treats them like the family he never had. However, he has a deep distrust of people outside of those he knows and is quick to judge and view with suspicion before getting to know them proper. A result of his upbringing on the streets of New Oasis, Daigo has learned to doubt first and trust when necessary. However, this dichotomy completely changes when his potential gets unleashed: as any number of feelings can completely take over him. Rage becomes blinding, grief becomes overwhelming, and so on.

    There are certain few who can reach him, which are the kids he looks after and takes care of in a ramshackle and abandoned warehouse at the outskirts of the South District. With no place to go, nor anyone to care for them, Daigo views it as his responsibility to look after them and make sure they're safe in a city rife with chaos and constant fighting between gangs. Having known some of them since he himself was young, they are in essence his family and he is incredibly protective of them.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Born in 2004 to a single mother in New Oasis, Daigo had a relatively stable childhood save for the financial hardships his mother soldiered on through. He never knew who his father was, and he didn't care so long as he had his mother. Despite the money issues, she tried her best to give Daigo a warm and loving upbringing that he remembers fondly to this day. When he was 8, his mother was killed in a robbery gone wrong where Daigo witnessed the event with his own eyes from the inside of a closet in their home. Now left alone in the world, it led to Daigo being placed into the foster care system. Grief stricken over the death of his mother, and blaming himself for not being able to do anything, he hopped between homes in that year as none were ever truly suitable for him until he finally ran away and left it all behind.

    Life on the streets wasn't easy, but he barely scraped by doing odd-jobs here and there and living in what little shelter there was. He came to befriend other vagrant children and orphans who, collectively, found shelter in an abandoned warehouse far from any prying eyes or wandering feet. It would be their refuge from the harshness of the world as they cobbled together living spaces, some basic amenities, and even stealing electricity from the power grid and rewiring it to their little settlement. Daigo would lead the others in getting by with thievery, schemes, and scams that they would run on unsuspecting tourists and citizens of the South District and be a nuisance for the years following. It was not much, but it was enough to at least bring in food and other necessities for everyone.

    At age 10, a chance run in with some violent thugs that nearly killed one of his friends was the inciting moment that revealed Daigo's potentiality which led to him hospitalizing and permanently crippling the three men who had beaten a kid with lead pipes as retaliation for their stolen wallets. As a result of this, Daigo's strength charged him with protecting the small colony. Since then, he has tried to keep his power in check but in certain instances it breaks through like a flood breaks through a dam but also has kept a steady vigil in making sure that his adoptive family are safe.

    Things remain quiet and under the radar until, by chance, he comes across the Phoenixes who look into his mischievous and petty criminal doings.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    MUGEN
    MUGEN
    N/A
    N/A
    AGE & BIRTH
    19 (July 25, 2002)
    ALIAS
    Mugen
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'3" (190.5 cm) | 200 lb (90.7 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    The approaching storm
    Home District
    West District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Mugen stands as a towering and formidable figure, his muscular frame a testament to his dedication to rigorous training. Despite his youth, his face bears an air of maturity, shaped by the harsh life he has endured. Dark red eyes and spiky black hair, held aloft by the electrical currents flowing through his veins, accentuate his intimidating presence. When his power wanes, his hair falls straight, reaching the nape of his neck. His self-assurance and confidence manifest in his physicality, which he has learned to skillfully employ to his advantage, often as a way to dominate the weak-minded and press-gang them into his service.
    PERSONALITY
    Mugen is a staunch believer in the concept of survival of the fittest. To him, life is a relentless struggle where only the strong prevail, and he adheres to this philosophy with unwavering conviction. He views himself as a product of natural selection and finds liberation in the absence of accountability to any higher authority. Mugen embraces the nihilistic nature of his world, valuing personal moral codes and dreams even in the face of a meaningless existence.

    Mugen is indifferent to the notions of fate and destiny, choosing instead to forge his own path and remain true to his convictions. He respects others who display unwavering dedication to their beliefs, even if they clash with his own. This disdain for the predetermined extends to things that are supposedly "written in stone" and the like, which he may choose to defy simply for the pleasure of challenging the status quo.

    In the ruthless environment he inhabits, Mugen subscribes to the belief that struggle and strife are the true implements by which character is built. He attributes his growth and strength to the suffering he has endured and appreciates the personal and spiritual development it has fostered. This outlook has led him to value those who remain steadfast in their ideals in the face of hardships, those who refuse to take "the easy way" out, regardless of their morality, and to despise hypocrites and those who forsake their principles for convenience.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    In the forsaken city of Mugen, where lawlessness and danger slithered through the streets like venomous snakes, a nameless young man found himself adrift in a sea of chaos. Mugen was a breeding ground for darkness, and within its shadows, the young man discovered a power born of the very abyss that surrounded him. He would one day adopt the city's name as his own, a sinister reminder of the unforgiving crucible that had forged him into the fierce and skilled warrior he had become.

    As time passed, "Mugen" honed his lethal skills, besting countless adversaries in ferocious combat where only the strong survived. Among the many battles, one opponent stood out - a formidable warrior who pushed Mugen to his limits. Their intense and exhilarating clash awoke something deep within the young man's soul, igniting an admiration for the strength he encountered.

    Drawn to the dark allure of his burgeoning abilities, Mugen evolved, feeding on the experiences and challenges that haunted his every step. Fate, that capricious puppeteer, inevitably entwined his path with that of two equally skilled street rats. In the brutal world of Mugen, reputation was everything; it meant respect, power, and survival. Hoping to elevate their status by toppling Mugen, they challenged him to a battle that would test the limits of his abilities. With the raw energy of a storm coursing through his veins, Mugen emerged victorious. Yet, in a twisted act of mercy, he spared one of his opponents, urging them to live, seek vengeance, and become stronger. The defeated fighter, captivated by this cruel philosophy, demanded to know the name of the man who had bested him. Thus, the legend of the formidable warrior named Mugen continued to grow.

    Emboldened by his growing reputation, Mugen challenged a powerful leader of a gang that ruled the streets of Mugen and emerged victorious. His triumph granted him the right to command the gang as the old leader had, and soon, the two street rats he had previously encountered eagerly joined him, drawn to his dark magnetism. Together, they fought ferocious battles and vanquished formidable foes, growing more powerful with each blood-soaked victory.

    What few rivals remained in the city trembled at the thought of the monstrous power that would be unleashed if Mugen were to realize his full potential, and they feared he might transform into an unstoppable, malevolent force. But fate had other plans.

    As the flames of ambition danced in Mugen's eyes, a higher authority took notice. The Albino Tigers of New Oasis, a powerful organization in the distant city of New Oasis, Amestria, offered Mugen a position within their ranks. They hoped to bolster their own power, as they had their own wars to fight on distant shores. Mugen accepted, even though it meant leaving his city and his crew behind. Yet in the shadows, Mugen's journey into darkness had only just begun.

    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • ALBINO TIGERS
    𒀭𒄊𒀕𒃲|NERGAL
    Lorette Lècuyer
    LEGAL NAME
    Lorette Lècuyer
    AGE & BIRTH
    54 (August 11, 1969)
    ALIAS
    Nergal. The Dandy Lion.
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'01" (186 cm) | 146 lb (66 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Veteran of the Albino Tigers
    ACTIVE SINCE
    TBD
    REPUTATION
    Literal Cat Lady. Eternal Enemy of the HOA.
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Stern and dependable. Somewhat surly, but still pleasant to most.
    PERSONALITY
    Fiercely ambitious and dangerously cunning, Lorette at first glance seems to be rigid in her bearing and possessing a rather cool demeanor. Not a stretch of the imagination given the nature of her work. The upper echelons of society spare no room for weakness, and the woman has taken great pains to forge a prickly armor to deter would-be usurpers. Past outward glances Lorette is in actuality, surprisingly pleasant and enjoys speaking openly with any that would ask for her time. In spite of her unscrupulous morals, Lorette believes fully in the potential of others and takes great pains to nurture that potential to the fullest in all that serve under her. Anyone can refine themselves into something greater if they have the drive to do so, and Lorette would rather that potential be brought to fruition rather than wasted.

    Of course, that is to her own benefit more than anyone else's. Good talent free of an exorbitant price tag is incredibly hard to find in the Corporate Sector, and Lorette has refined the sort of perception needed to spot it among the shuffling masses. Potential not in her hands is potential wasted in her own opinion, and she has no interest in seeing it in someone else's grasp. Predictably, the woman has little patience and fewer words for anyone she deems worthless.

    Nothing worthwhile has ever been earned through haste, and Lorette embodies this in her seemingly boundless patience. She approaches tasks and decision-making carefully, not wanting to worsen things with misguided actions. This in turn makes her frustratingly slow to act in some cases. Though she can act with unsurprising alacrity should lives be on the line.

    That limitless patience, however, hides deep-rooted vindictiveness within the woman. All slights, no matter how small, are committed to Lorette's memory. Never forgotten and allowed to fester within her heart. She weighs each crime, internally compiling a list of offenses for one and all. The higher the count grows, the harder Lorette works against her foes.

    Despite her particularly ruthless methods of dealing with anyone that's crossed her, Lorette is an incredibly honest and dependable individual. Good customer service is the crux of good business, and Lorette takes great pains to ensure that everyone with the money to spare gets exactly what they pay for. This is a matter of pride, more than altruism, however. Lorette isn't in the habit of half-assing anything lest her competence be brought into question. Such discipline makes her a nightmare for her foes and that honesty can lead to scathing words, but Lorette understands the virtue of teamwork and can be counted upon in even the direst of situations.

    Never one to shirk duty, the woman finds a lack of drive to be a great offense. Sitting around and waiting for Life or Death to do its thing doesn't sit right with her.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY


    Ambition had always resided within Lorette. Gnawing at her insides, and driving the woman forward ceaselessly. The entirety of her life was not dictated by the hopes that filled little girls the world over. But an all-consuming desire to achieve.

    Needless to say, she was a nightmare in the schoolyard.

    Childlike bossiness gave way to adult assertiveness. Petulance and selfishness, instead of being refined into the Confidence one would need to see all their dreams reach fruition. Lorette had the whole world in front of her, and still more beyond the stars. A woman with that much ambition, and that much determination would surely do great things. Forging ahead, and building a future for herself that would make everyone around her eternally envious.

    But instead of all that, Lorette decided to be the worst person imaginable.

    Dreams cost money. And money isn't easy to get. At least not through legal channels, though to her credit Lorette did try at first. But building a business from the ground up wasn't easy. And if one wanted to make a profit in the largest possible scale, dirtying your hands was pretty much a requirement. Really, it was all but expected of you, when you called New Oasis your home.

    The Four Gangs shadowed nearly every aspect of life in the City, something that Lorette had become quite used to, if not outright indifferent. Somebody somewhere was always doing something illegal to get ahead. And getting ahead was a hell of a lot harder when thugs were around every corner making sure that you didn't get too ambitious. For Lorette, joining the ranks of a criminal organization wasn't merely a smart business move, it would ensure her survival. One of the few things that the warring gangs hated more than each other, was an upstart. Potential Rivals were quashed before they could even get their footing, and Lorette didn't graduate Business School just to end up broke and dead.

    The Albino Tigers were the best, and most obvious choice. They liked money, and Lorette liked money. It was something they both had in common. Turning into some sort of fucked up cat may have helped too, but to this day the woman couldn't be sure. Gathering the necessary funds to pay the entrance fee into the Tiger's Den, Lorette went from a starry-eyed dreamer, to Gangster with the passing of a few stacks of cash. The bottom of the barrel is where all rookies started. But Lorette had no intention of staying there. Ever the overachiever, the young woman cut her teeth on every challenge the Albino Tigers had to offer, and still more. She was the true investment made the day she signed her name on the dotted line. And Lorette spent her life reminding the Albino Tigers that she was a damn good one.

    Lorette ran into all sorts of shifty individuals on her way to the top. Predatory Money Lenders. Corporate Executives with at least five different Hitmen on Speed Dial. Trophy Wives that'd grown tired of their grossly aging Husbands and wanted to trade them in for a newer model. The usual. Everybody wanted to kill someone, and everybody was expecting to get killed. And so while the market in New Oasis was saturated with individuals that would put a bullet into someone for the right price. The market for people that would take a bullet for you was virtually nonexistent.

    But where everyone saw a useless endeavor, Lorette saw an opportunity. Rounding up bodies wasn't as hard as one would think. An overabundance of Assassins, particularly in the Corporate Sector meant a lot of people that knew how to fire a gun were looking for work. It started off simply enough. Someone had pissed off the wrong CEO, or Gang, or some Lady that was married to the CEO or Gang member, and they needed a few guards to feel safer.

    Maybe they'd fucked over the wrong customer. The kind with money and more connections than they'd thought. Maybe they'd ratted out a business partner, and expected retaliation. It didn't matter to Lorette. Fear drove people to pay a lot of money just to lessen it a bit, and Lorette was more than happy to prey on that fear.

    Naturally, knowing everybody's business came with the territory. Who'd crossed who. Which person was gunning for someone else. Where they lived, where they worked. Where they'd gone into hiding. The only thing that paid more than fear was information and Lorette's clients knew that.

    There was little if anything that was keeping her from ratting out her clients to their pursuers and she made sure that they well knew it. Protection cost a lot. But the promise to keep her mouth shut cost extra. This sort of behavior didn't exactly make the woman well-liked, but who were they going to tell? The Police? Law-abiding Citizens didn't hire Private Security Contractors, especially ones that were card-carrying members of a criminal enterprise. And it wasn't as if the Police couldn't be bought out either.

    Lorette sold protection, that much was true. But she was capable of destroying to great capacity whenever she so pleased. The Albino Tigers banked a great deal of success on those destructive tendencies. And so they set the woman loose whenever it became necessary to clear away a roadblock or two. Politicians levying taxes that the Gang had no intention of paying, other businesses hoping to close in on a Market that they'd practically overtaken, and customers that considered taking their business elsewhere. Anything that would hurt the Tiger's profits was met with overwhelming aggression.

    While she was certainly the morally dubious sort, Lorette didn't lack courage. Something that was in short supply among the people she did business with. When it came down to it, everyone begged and pleaded for their lives once a gun was pointed at them. No one really wanted to die as they'd lived. Instead, promising to forsake every and anything that got them there in the first place if it meant that they'd be allowed to keep drawing breath. It was all so undignified, and Lorette hated their simpering almost as much as she enjoyed pulling the trigger.

    One less coward made the world a better place after all.

    It was true, that Lorette paid well for services rendered. Preferring to reward loyalty rather than force it out of her employees with fear, though she was happy to use a 'hands-on approach' when it came time to punish someone. Lorette ran a tight ship but kept her lackeys happy. People would risk their lives for money. But if one was charismatic enough, they could convince others to risk their lives for nothing at all. Lorette inspired a fervor in her underlings that made them a little more dangerous than others. It made them a little crazier too, but she didn't really mind.

    Surviving more than a decade in one of the Four Gangs was hard to do. Surviving multiple was nothing short of a miracle. Lorette had more than pulled her weight for years and should have happily retired. But, the woman refused. Some considered it a sign of her dedication to the Tigers. She still had a few good years left in her and wanted to make them count. Others considered it to be a sign of her stubbornness. The woman had survived the kind of shit that would have killed a lesser woman a hundred times over. She could rest when she was dead.

    Only a select few know the reason behind the woman's refusal to step away from her work. Ambition was something that never died in a person. It grew hungrier with each new conquest and would ever drive them forward in an effort to sate that hunger. The Gang Wars had begun and concluded well before her birth, but Lorette had lived in its shadow for her entire life. With each passing year, the Tigers changed. Their members grew younger and their criteria grew laxer. Money was a fine thing. But money could be lost, stolen, spent, or thrown carelessly away. If you had enough, it could be forgotten altogether. Money did indeed make the world spin, but more often than not, it found its way into the hands of those Lorette considered undeserving. Too weak, too foolish, too spineless to stand at the top.

    The Tiger's King was young and ambitious. Lorette could see much of herself in the young man. And it was for that reason he was so dangerous. He would only grow stronger, and Lorette had long since grown tired of sharing the table with children. She'd fought long enough. The time to rule was fast approaching.


    RELATIONSHIPS


    Hiachi Ito
    Lorette can vaguely recall seeing the younger woman out and around the East District as a child. If only because of her tendency to make people uncomfortable with her presence. As a former creepy child, it was not only something that Lorette, related to but respected. If you wanted people to fear for their lives when you were around, you had to start freaking them out at a young age. As with all things that don't turn her a profit, Lorette soon forgot Hiachi's existence in favor of causing problems for everyone else. Fate did not deem it fit for them to truly meet until years later.​
    The West District had a way of parting fools from their hard-earned money. And none did that so well as the casinos. It was not uncommon for someone to win if they were lucky, but more often than not, the patrons lost. A lot. However when someone started winning far too much, and far too often for it to be a coincidence. Naturally, they were caught, rounded up by the Tigers, and forced into service to repay their massive debts. While the nature of her crimes was of no interest to Lorette, the manner in which she achieved them, very much was. Lorette had an eye for talent and hated to see it wasted. So, it was a given that the woman took a vested interest in Hiachi. For business-related reasons of course.​
    Lorette struck a deal with the girl. She'd use what skills she had to separate other people from the cash by any means necessary in exchange for knocking a few numbers off of her debt. Lorette also figured it was a good idea to give the girl a gun because a Potential such as hers was useless if she wasn't harming someone with it. Hiachi is not one of Lorette's regular employees and the younger woman works wherever it may be necessary. But if the woman has need of a quick and dirty job, or to con a few dumbasses, she knows who to call.​






 
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  • SABLE SERPENTS
    WITNESS
    Reminiscence Dedai
    LEGAL NAME
    Reminiscence Dedai
    AGE & BIRTH
    19 (January 23, 2003)
    ALIAS
    Witness
    GENDER
    Female
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    5'7" (170.18 cm) | 137 lb(62 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Sable Serpents
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2021
    REPUTATION
    Human database.
    Home District
    N/A
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    Besides the green hair twisted into butterfly locs, or maybe even including it, upon first glance, Reminiscence doesn't look strange. She's thinner than she used to be. Prominent eyebags underline her eyes. But only if you were to take a moment to look in their cold irises, you'd notice the peculiar red crosshairs circling her pupils. Ones that are commonly focused on a phone in their hands.

    She tends to wear some sort of streetwear or casual homewear, no in-between. No shoes. No matter what she wears, she always has her favorite jacket over it.
    PERSONALITY
    One could call her personality complicated. At some point down the line, she'd been told that she should be more expressive. And so she did. However, fatigue and aches set in as she grew, causing the fabricated expressions of emotion to turn rather erratic. She's found, however, that when people want you to be more expressive, they typically just mean 'smile more.'

    At the very least, she's confident.

    As a trait she picked up from old friends, she's rather talkative. An oversharer, when prompted. But when you have so much built up in your head, you need a outlet, don't you?
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    Rem was born outside of New Oasis. Accompanied by her friends, her family, and their families, they’d managed to all move to the city with only short delays. They resided in Central, where Rem would stay for the majority of her childhood.

    In her mid-teens, however, she found herself living without parents. She’d moved in with a new friend, who wasn’t, and still isn’t, so very nice.

    Over the course of her life, she constantly accumulated a lot of information. Information that’d work her brain to the brink. Built up stress, tension, and trauma caused unbearable migraines and headaches. She’d try an assortment of drugs, but it didn’t cut it. She needed a solution.

    Her friend offered one.

    She was directed to the North, at the Serpents' doorstep. She asked for potential suppressants, and, after describing her situation, she was promised them.

    She would get a taste of normalcy. In her first and only test of the drug, she felt lighter, as older, more useless memories were tucked gently away. Distressing to be unable to recall something for the first time, yes, but the headaches were less excruciating. That was until the suppressants wore off and the memories were once again begging for the effort of keeping them memorable.

    The returning agony caused her to ask for more. And they said they would give her more, with a price that wasn’t just money.

    She was to join the Serpents. To obtain information for their use. Happily, she agreed to these conditions.

    She does as they ask, waiting for her reward. She’s strung along with a carrot on a stick, a carrot that’d never find itself in her hands. It’s a pattern she’d recognized quickly, but she hopes it will be worth it.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    TBA
 
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  • AZURE DRAGONS
    JIRO
    RENJIRO IKEDA
    LEGAL NAME
    Renjiro Ikeda
    AGE & BIRTH
    18 (July 26, 2005)
    ALIAS
    Jiro
    GENDER
    Male
    HEIGHT | WEIGHT
    6'2" (188 cm) | 190 lb (86 kg)
    GANG & RANK
    Rookie of the Azure Dragons
    ACTIVE SINCE
    2022
    REPUTATION
    Baby Brother
    Home District
    East District
    GENERAL DESCRIPTION
    With a deep sense of cultural pride, Renjiro often dresses in traditional garb. His long, black hair is usually tied back with silk ribbons or braided cords. Underneath his flowy and majestic attire is a slim and toned body. Not necessarily muscular at a glance but well defined. Being a fresh rookie, he has yet to encounter any real danger and thus is currently free of imperfections such as scarring.
    PERSONALITY
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    Much to everyone's surprise, Renjiro is a cheerful, free spirit. A stark contrast to his older sister, he's friendly with just about anyone he meets. Of course, he does share a common similarity that is displayed throughout the entire family: confidence. Even when he dives into the unknown, he is seen as carefree and confident. Although capable, he lacks a sense of responsibility and doesn't think things through. Renjiro lives in the moment rather than contemplating the path, leaving others to deal with the consequences of his actions.


    He enjoys finding the beauty in life, often spending his time gazing at the clouds or watch as the wind carries the cherry blossom petals across his home district. During his leisure time, he is found playing his shinobue (japanese flute). Given his young age, he is also seen as immature, not really taking in the weight of certain circumstances. While he knows his customs and courtesies, he tends to be playful.
    HISTORICAL BIOGRAPHY
    The Ikeda family is an old clan dating back centuries. They were most known for producing exceptional samurai warriors and were often employed as bodyguards by nobles. Of course, there were other clans that used to rival them but as society entered the modern age, they were the only known family to continue their traditional practices. Renjiro was no exception as he was taught at an early age the discipline and skills to become a successful samurai. Unfortunately, there really was no need for one, especially with the trend of firearms rising, but his family wanted to keep their tradition alive.

    And so, he trained.

    With the early disappearance of his oldest brother, Kyoden and the distance his oldest sister, Ruriko, put between herself and their parents, Renjiro was considered the only child to his parents. He was spoiled in more ways than one, his parents wanting to preserve their remaining child after having already lost two. Little did his parents know, he still kept in contact with his older sister. With her convenient potential, they were able to meet in secret as she occasionally checked in on his wellbeing. The two would talk about his schooling while Ruriko spun thrilling tales of her time in the Azure Dragons.

    While he lived a comfortable life, he sought more excitement and his sister's stories weren't enough to satisfy him. It didn't take much to convince his older sister to put in a good word for him to earn an invitation. Rather than repeating the steps though, he decided to keep his association with the gang a secret from his parents. For all they know, he is attending a university in the central district to continue his musical education.
    RELATIONSHIPS
    Kyoden Ikeda - older brother, status currently unknown to him
    Ruriko Ikeda - older sister, the one who advocated for his invitation to the Dragons
 
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